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EXITED STATES OF AMERICA 



THE 



PASSING REGIMENT 



A COMEDY OF THE DAY, IN FIVE ACTS. 

[From the German of G. von Moser and Franz von Schonthau.) 



AUGUSTIN DALY. 



AS ACTED AT DALY'S THEATEE FOE THE FIEST TIME, 
NOVEMBEE 10th, 1880. 

„ DEC 3 1886/ * 



NEW YOEK: 
PEINTED AS MANUSCEIPT ONLY, FOE THE AUTHOR 

1884. 






Copyright, 1881, By Augustin Daly. 



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DRAMATIS PERSONS AND ORIGINAL CAST. 



ME. LINTHICUM WINTHEOP, the amiable representative of 

one of the F. F.'s of Narragansett Pier . . Mr. W. J. Le Moyne 
MRS. MELIND A WINTHEOP, his wife ; a whole flood of New 

England Sunshine in herself Mrs. G. H. Gilbert 

TELKA ESSOFF, their niece; a Eussian Heiress; a bit of Mus- 
covite Ice and Impulse Miss Ada Eehan 

ME. PEEEGEINE BUNKEE, Chairman of the Eegimental Ee- 
ception Committee; and entire Committee in his own 

person Mr. Charles Leclercq 

MES. MATHILDA BUNKEE, his help-meet in more senses 

than one Miss May Silvie 

LINDA, their daughter ; with a disbelief in Love at First Sight 

and an experience to the contrary . . . Miss Marie Williams 
EOTH HOFFMEISTEE, the new Apothecary of the thriving 

Township of Narragansett Pier Mr. James Lewis 

COLONEL VAN KLEEK, of the Excelsior Eegiment, N. G. S. 

N. Y Mr. George Parkes 

DOLF VAN TASSELL, M.D., Eegimental Surgeon of the same, 

Mr. Digby Bell 
MILLY MEEEITT, the demure young companion of the Eus- 
sian Heiress, and in possession of a secret concerning the 
aforesaid Surgeon, which, with the characteristic open- 
heartedness of her sex, she proceeds to divulge in the 

opening lines of the play Miss May Fielding 

PAUL DEXTEE, Adjutant, etc., of the Excelsior Eegiment, 

N. G. S. N. Y Mr. John Drew 

THOEPE SYDAM, Lieutenant, etc Mr. Harry M. Pitt 

MAEY ANNE, cook at Winthrop's Miss Blanche Weaver 

SOPHIE, maid at the same Miss Emily Denin 

JANE, ditto at Bunker's Miss Hapgood 

SOLOMON, Winthrop's Butler Mr. E. P. Wilks 

SCIPIO, the Adjutant's Man Mr. W. H. Beekman 

THE BUGLEE, an important functionary at an important crisis, 

Mr. Milton 



FIRST ACT. 

PARLORS AT TYINTHROP'S.— The Regiment is invited. "Is Love 
at First Sight a Dream or a Reality?" 



SECOND ACT. 
THE SAME SCENE.— The Regiment comes to Town. " It is a Reality." 



THIRD ACT. 

AT MR. PEREGRINE BUNKER'S— The Regiment makes itself at 
home. "No! it is a Dream." 



FOURTH ACT. 

GROUNDS AND SUMMER HOUSE AT WINTHROP'S.— The Regi- 
ment makes Love and is Lost ! " Love at Second Sight is Better ! " 



FIFTH ACT. 

PARLORS AT WINTHROP'S — The Regiment prepares to depart. 
"Several proposals and a Single Rejection." 



ACT I. 

Scene. — Stage represents a front and bach parlor in a country 
house. Mirror, C, in back, window, r., piano. Before cur- 
tain rises piano is heard playing, to which music curtain rises. 

Milly discovered, r., playing, absorbed. Solomon enters, c. l., 
cautiously, with letters and papers, and coughs to attract her 
attention. 

Solomon. Ahem ! 

Milly. [ Without turning.'] What is it, Solomon ? 

Sol. [ Whispers.'] Letters, miss. 

Mil. [Jumps up.] Is there one for me ? 

Sol. Yes, miss. [Gives letter.] 

Mil. [Aside. Joyfully.] It's from Dolf! [Aloud.] Have 
you anything else ? 

Sol. There's one for Miss Telka. [Looks at it] With the 
foreign stamps as usual. I suppose, now, that comes millions of 
miles ? 

Mil. [Takes the letter.] Not quite! It's from Russia. Have 
you seen Miss Telka this morning ? 

Sol. I saw her half an hour ago. 

Mil. Where is she ? 

Sol. In the mill pond by this time, I guess. 

Mil. What? 

Sol. I was going to the post-office when I see her tearing down 
the hill behind her ponies like mad. I didn't have the heart to 
look where she went. 

Mil. [Relieved.] There's no fear. She knows how to handle 
them. 

Sol. So she does, miss. She's always in the stable, and every 
beast in it knows her. But for all that, take my advice, and 
don't let her drive you. There'll be an accident some day. [ Go- 
ing up.] A pitcher that goes too often to the well is sure to be 
run away with. [Exits, c. l.] 

Mil. [r., looks at her letter.] Shall I keep it until I lock my- 
self in my own room? No ! I must read a little — -just the com- 
mencement — to see what — [ Opens, reads.] " Darling Milly." 
[Kisses and looks at it] Why, it's very short. [Looks round 
and reads.] "Our regiment is to pass through Narragansett Pier 
to-morrow on our way to camp at Newport, and we have had a 



b THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

pressing invitation from the town-people to stop over for a day 
or two. It is not yet decided if we shall. But if we don't, I'll 
apply for leave of absence and fly to your arms. A thousand 
kisses from your devoted husband." [Startles herself by pronounc- 
ing last word, looks round."] Oh ! good gracious, I hope no one 
heard me. If they should discover that we are married! 
[Stage, r.] 

Telka enters, excited, carrying wisp of hay, c. l. 

Tellca. Where is uncle ? [ Throws her hat one side.] 

Mil. [r.] Why, Telka ! What have you got in your hand? 

Tel. [ Offers it.] Hay. Oblige me by tasting it. 

Mil. [Recoils.] Hay! 

Tel. [l. c] Well, then, just smell it. It's mouldy. [Puts 
it to Mil.' 8 nose and then to her own.] Pah ! And my ponies are 
expected to eat stuff like that. I just want to show it to uncle. 
[Lays it on table, l.] And just see the oats. [Dives in her pocket 
and produces handful.] There! [Blows at them.] Half of it 
chaff! And the rest split! Just look for yourself. [Extends 
hand for inspection.] 

Mil. [Not much affected, r.] I suppose it's very bad, but I 
really can't tell good oats. 

Tel. I can. And such feed is an outrage. [Crosses to r., 
throws oats on carpet, sees Mil's letter.] What's that ? 

Mil. [Folding and hiding it] Oh, nothing, only a matter of 
business. 

Tel. What kind of business makes you blush up so. You are 
hiding that letter. 

Mil. Don't be too inquisitive. 

Tel. [Hurt.] I'm not inquisitive. I'm disappointed. Didn't 
we swear to be brothers ? And the very first thing you have a 
secret from me. [ Goes up.] 

Mil. My dear — 

Tel. [Down, l.] Never mind. 

Mil. Telka ! 

Tel. [ Goes up.] Let me alone. 

Mil. [Produces Tel.'s letter.] Well, then, here's a letter for 
you. 

Tel. [Delighted, comes down.] For me ? 

Mil. From your father. 

Tel. [Kisses and opens it] From my darling papa, and 
written in my dear old Kussian! [Beads.] "Moya lubiazna 
galubka." 

Mil. What does that mean ? 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 7 

Tel. Oh, you don't know Kussian. That means " my sweet- 
est dove." Papa always calls me that. He loves me so much. 

Peregrine Bunker appears, c. l., he enters hurriedly, stops. 

Bunker. [A bustling, busy man.'] Oh, I beg pardon. That is, 
good morning, ladies. 

Mil. [r.] Pray come in, Mr. Bunker. 

Bun. [a] Thanks, thanks, I've no time, very sorry. 

Tel. [l.] Didn't you bring Linda with you ? 

Bun. Yes, I hope she won't be in the way. 

Tel. What an idea ! 

Bun. Well, then, I'll leave her while I run to the pier. 
[Looks at watch.] Call for her in half an hour. Most obedient, 
ladies. [Disappears, c. L.] 

Tel. He talks of his daughter as if she were five years old. 

Mil. I believe he thinks she is. [Goes up and gets to table, l.] 

Bunker re-appears. 

Bunker. Here she is. [To Linda, outside.] Run right in, 
my dear. [To ladies.] Good morning. [Exits, c. l.] 

Linda enters, c. l., merrily, kisses Tel., gives hand to Mil. 

Linda. Papa's on the rush as usual. Not a minute to spare. 

Mil. [At table, l.] We are used to it. 

Linda, [k.] But I got him to stop here with me notwith- 
standing. 

Mil. [Aside, at table.] I must send a line to Dolf at once. 
[Sits to write.] 

Linda. [ Gives book to Tel.] Here's your book, Telka. Ever 
so much obliged. 

Tel. [ Takes it and sits.] Oh, " Loraa Doone." [ Crosses to r.] 
How did -you like it ? Isn't Blackmore delightful. [Puts book 
on piano.] 

Linda. [Puts her hat on table, l.] Oh, yes. But let me tell 
you, he don't know the first thing about love. 

Tel. [r.] Why not? 

Linda. Why, just think ! His hero and heroine see one an- 
other for the first time and fall in love — over head and ears ! 
madly ! on the spot ! 

Tel. [ Calmly.] Well, what of that ? 

Linda. What nonsense ! It's so unnatural. One must know 
a person well before one can love with such devotion. Love 
don't seize a person all of a sudden like a fever. [ Crosses to r.] 



8 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Tel. [Animatedly."] Yes it does! Just exactly like a fever ; 
accompanied with delirium and palpitation of the heart. I can 
tell you all about it. 

Linda. You ! Are you in love ? 

Tel. [Crosses to r., ivith majesty.'] I was once ! For twenty- 
four consecutive hours. 

Linda. [Confidentially.] Oh! tell me all about it. 

Tel. [ Gravely.] You promise never to breathe a syllable ? 

Linda. [Solemnly.] On my word and honor. 

Tel. [As they draw nearer, confidentially.] Well, then, when 
I was at school, at Madam Storr's, I had a most intimate friend. 
She graduated a year before me. She was to go home, and we 
were almost broken-hearted at parting. Her brother came for 
her. I met him. It was such a moment as never comes but 
once in a lifetime. An electric shock passed through me, and 
when I looked in his eyes, I saw just as plain as could be that it 
had passed through him too. 

Linda. Is it possible ? Have you seen him since ? 

Tel. Not by daylight. ' 

Linda. What do you mean ? 

Tel. I dream of him. His name is Paul, and I know that he 
loves me. [ Crosses to l.] 

Linda. [Pettishly^] I don't believe in it at all. A perfect 
stranger whom you meet for the first time — 

Tel. [Quickly.] That's it, the instant you see one another 
you don't seem to be strangers. You feel as if you had been ac- 
quainted forever. 

Linda. It's all imagination. 

Tel. My dear, you know nothing about it. 

Linda. [ Crosses to c] I'll leave it to Milly. 

Mil. [Writing.] What is it? Boarding-school — electric shock? 
Excuse me, I have an important letter to write.. 

Winthrop enters, r. u. e. 

Tel. [Rising.] Here's uncle. We'll ask him. [Runs up 
and brings him down.] 

Linda. [ Goes to Win. and shakes hands.] You know, don't 
you, uncle. 

Winthrop. Know what, my dears ? 

Linda, [l.] Suppose you were to meet a man for the first 
time. 

Win. Very good. 

Tel. [ Gets on other side of him, r.] No, no. Suppose — sup- 
pose you were to meet a woman for the first time — a very hand- 
some woman. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 9 

Win. I prefer that. 

Linda. A woman whom you knew nothing about. 

Win. Yes. 

Linda. Now, what would happen ? 

Win. [Puzzled.] What would — ? [Pauses.'] 

Linda. Would you immediately have an attack of fever ? 

Win. Fever ? 

Tel. She don't mean that. 

Linda. Well, an electric shock ? 

Win. I'm afraid I don't quite understand you. 

Tel. [Irritated, turns him round to face her.] The question is 
this, uncle, do you believe in love at first sight ? 

Win. [Sharply.] What, what ? 

Linda. [Turning hii% to face her.] Or is it essential that one 
should know the person some time previously ? 

Tel. [Exalted, turning to him.] Does love strike like the 
lightning ? 

Linda. [Turning him.] Or is it the growth of a mutual 
esteem ? 

Both. Give us your opinion. 

Win. [Smiles.] It is truly refreshing to see this thirst for 
knowledge. 

Tel. [Impatiently.] Answer, uncle, answer. 

Win. Presently. Answer me a question first. [To Tel.] 
How old are you ? 

Tel. Why, you know — eighteen. 

Win. [ To Linda.] And you ? 

Linda. Seventeen. 

Win. Very well. Go on playing with you dolls and doll 
houses and come to me in a year. [ Crosses to r.] 

Tel. It's impossible to talk sense with you, uncle. Come, 
Linda. We are very angry. [ Going, and taking Linda's arm, l.] 

Linda. Yes, indeed we are. 

Tel. [ To Linda.] I'll tell you what we'll do, we'll send the 
question to the " Ladies Bazaar." [Exeunt, r. u. e., skipping.] 

Win. [Severely, advancing, c] Miss Merritt ! 

Mil. [Bwing.] Yes, sir. 

Win. [r.] Can you inform me how these girls came to ask 
such questions? 

Mil. [ Coming down, L.] Why, Mr. Winthrop, young girls 
always take an interest in such matters. 

Win. They've been reading more novels. 

Mil. I believe they have. 

Win. It won't do for Telka to fill her head with such stuff. 
You must see to it. I selected you for her companion because I 



10 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

considered your sedate conversation would be a corrective of her 
tendency to wildness. 

Mil. You are too good. 

Win. [Relaxing.] You are really very sedate for one so 
young and pretty. 

Mrs. Winthrop enters, r. d. 

Mrs. Winihrop. [ To Win.'] My dear ! 

Win. [ Changing tone.] Hem ! So, Miss Merritt, you will 
please attend to the matter. [Mil. goes up.] 

Mrs. W. What is it, my dear. 

Win. I was speaking about Telka. 

Mrs. W. Oh. \_Crossesto table, and* sees hay on it] Good 
gracious, who left this stuff on the table ? Hay. 

Win. [ Concurring, following her.] So it is — hay. 

Mrs. W. [Looks down.] And oats all over the carpet. 
[ Gathers her skirts about her.] 

Win. Oats, undoubtedly. 

Mil. [Down r.] Telka brought them in. 

Mrs. W [To Mil., coldly.] Please have them removed. The 
room looks like a stable. [ Crosses, gives hay to Mil.] 

Win. Exactly like a stable. 

Mil. I'll send the servant. [Exits, r. d.] 

Mrs. W. Your niece turns the house topsy-turvy with her 
pranks. I don't know what possessed us to take such a burden 
on our backs. 

Win. My dear, it couldn't be avoided. Telka is your poor 
sister's only child, and to make some amends for marrying a Rus- 
sian, she desired her daughter to be brought up an American. 
Her father very kindly sent her to us from his icy wilderness, 
when we begged him as a favor to do so. 

Mrs. W. [Softened, but still vexed.] Of course! I like the 
girl, in fact, I'm quite fond of her. 

Win. [l., authoritatively.] Nevertheless we must check her. 
She is getting too full of notions. A little while ago she wanted 
to know what I thought about love. It's these infernal Seaside 
novels. 

Mrs. W. Why shouldn't a young creature read good novels ? 
I'm sure woman's life is weary enough. 

Win. [Concurring^] Quite so, quite so. 

Mrs. W. [Melancholy, sighs.] When I was a girl, the future 
appeared to me [ Crosses to l.] Jar different from what I find it 
day by day. 

Win. Exactly. Let's change the subject. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 11 

Mrs. W. [l.] You always change the subject when I talk 
of my youth. 

Win. My dear, we've both changed that subject a long time 
ago. 

Bunker enters, c. l., quickly. 

Bunker. Ah ! There you are ! So glad to find you both at 
home. Most important intelligence. [Puts hat on table.~\ By 
the way, my daughter's not gone ? [Looks round.'] 

Mrs. W. She's in the garden with Telka. 

Bun. [Wipes forehead, to Mrs. W.] I'm going to give you a 
surprise. 

Win. [r.] What has happened ? 

Bun. [To Mr. W.~] You'll be astonished. 

Win. I'm astonished already. Out with it. 

Bun. I knew they'd accept our invitation. 

Mrs. W. You make me quite anxious. Pray tell us. 

Bun. Of course I'll tell you, but just let me catch my breath. 
I'm overworked. [Looks at his hand.] What did I change that 
ring on my finger for? [Meditates over it] Oh, yes. [Sud- 
denly.] The hotel for the band. I must attend to it at once. 
[Seizes hat and about to go.] 

Mrs. W. At least, before you go, tell us what you came for ? 

Bun. [a, returns, smiling.] Sure enough. Well, you will 
be surprised. 

Mrs. W. Oh ! for the patience of Job. 

Bun. Prepare yourself. You remember reading a report 
that the celebrated Excelsior Regiment from New York, which is 
going to camp at Newport, was to pass through our place. Well, 
a committee of our citizens, after a deal of correspondence and 
persuasion, have induced them to stop over at Narragansett Pier 
and afford us the pleasure of entertaining them. 

Mrs. W. Entertaining them ? Where, pray ? 

Bun. * Where ? Why in our houses — we've organized a recep- 
tion committee and distributed the gallant fellows all over the 
place. [Looks at watch.] 

Mrs. W. Why, they are expected in Newport on Friday. 

Bun. [a] Yes — and they'll be here to-day. So you 
can imagine the work. I'm chairman of the reception com- 
mittee. Everything is to be arranged in the next few hours. 
[Looks at watch.] I can't stop another moment. Good day ! 
[Going — returns.] Oh — please send my Linda home before 
lunch, will you ? Thanks ! Good day ! [Exits, c. L.] 

Mrs. W. [Crosses to Win.] You never told me a word about 
this. 



12 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Win. I didn't think the regiment had accepted our invita- 
tion. 

Bunker re-enters, c. l. 

Bunker, [a] I forgot the most important thing. Here's 
your list. [ Gives slip of paper. Mrs. W. gets back to l.] 

Win. [Takes paper and'puts on glasses to read it.~\ My list? 

Bun. Yes. List of the officers you are expected to receive 
and entertain. 

Mrs. W. You are not going to quarter soldiers on us. 

Bun. [Reads billet in Win.'s hands.'] Why not ? Of course 
I am. Winthrop's on the committee. He's got to take his 
share of 'em ; you've got four officers — lieutenants. 

Mrs. W. [Holds up her hands.] Mercy ! 

Win. Four officers ! 

Bun. By rights you ought to take more. Your house is so 
large ; and you ought to have had a company of privates, your 
grounds are so roomy ! But I saved you the annoyance, and got 
you only four. Nothing like having a friend as chairman of the 
committee. [ Takes his hand.] 

Win. [Shakes hands feebly.] I hope I may be able to do as 
much for you some day. 

Bun. [Warmly.] Don't mention it. [ Converses with Mrs. W.] 

Telka and Linda run in, r. u. e. 

IAnda. [To Bun.] Oh, papa, is it true the soldiers are 
going to stop with us? [They converse.] 

Tel. Oh, uncle ! Won't it be lovely ! I do hope you'll get 
some, too. 

Win. [Nettled.] Perhaps you'd like the whole regiment ! 

Tel. Oh, it will be just splendid. I'll show off my ponies, 
and take the officers out driving. You insist on nice-looking 
ones, too, uncle ; don't let them put you off with any kind. Pick 
them out for yourself. 

Win. There, don't bother me. [Goes to table, l.] 

Tel. [To Mrs. W.] Aunt, you see that we have lots of sol- 
diers. If there isn't room, I'll sleep with Milly. 

Mrs. W. Don't worry me, child. 

Tel. I think you are both very cross with me. 

Linda. [As she and Bun. go to rear.] Come here, Telka, 
papa knows all about it. 

Tel. [To Bun., going with them.] Are there any cannon 
coming? 

Bun. [Going .] Nonsense — no. No cannon. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. Id 

Linda. But the bands are coming? 

Bun. Certainly. 

Tel. [Ecstatically.'] Oh ! Won't it be delightful ! I hope 
they'll stay ever so long ! Months ! [Exeunt, c. L.] 

Win. [To Mrs. W.] We are in for it. How do you like the 
prospect ? 

Mrs. W. I don't know why you should go on so about it. It's 
a trouble, of course, but it's a change. 

Win. I'm perfectly contented as I am. 

Mrs. W. What worries me is — we've only got two spare 
rooms. 

Win. The spare rooms don't worry me. What about Telka ? 

Mrs. W. Well— what about Telka? 

Win. She can't stay here with a whole staff of officers 
quartered in the house. 

Mrs. W. We can't send her away. 

Win. No — it's too late. 

Mrs. W. What are you afraid of? 

Win. You know what these young drawing-room soldiers are. 
They'll all pay her attention. She may fall in love — and we'll 
have the responsibility. 

Mrs. W. How you talk. The girl is no longer a child. 

Win. [Struck.'] I have an idea. [Rises.] We can pretend 
she is, and put her in short frocks. 

Mrs. W. [Rises.] You are ridiculous. 

Win. Well, then, do me one favor. Don't let them know 
that she's so enormously rich. Pass her off as a poor relation. 
It may be the saving of her. 

Mrs. W. [Rising.] There's some wisdom in that. But now 
let's arrange about the house and see what is to be done. That's 
the first thing. 

Win. Yes — let's prepare to swallow our pill. [ Going, p.] 

Mrs. W. [To Sol., who enters, c. l.] Send up Mary Anne 
and Sophie. [Sol. exits, c. l. To Win.] And now, my dear, 
I shall want some money. 

Win. Money ? Money ? 

Mrs. W. [Sharply.] You don't think my allowance will 
cover all these extras, do you ? 

Win. [Going.] Well, I suppose glory must be paid for. 
[Exits, R. D.] 

Solomon, Mary Anne, the cook, and Sophie, the maid, enter, 
c. L. As the girls come forward they speak. 

Mary Anne and Sophie. [Together.] Do you want me, 
ma'am. 



14 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Mrs. W. Sophie, put the spare rooms to rights at once, and be 
sure to get extra lamps. 

Sophie. Yes'm. And may I just go out for a quarter of an 
hour. 

Mrs. W. What for? 

Sophie. Only to my sister's to fix up my new dress — when the 
soldiers come I want to look my best. 

Mrs. W. [Stunned.'] Heavens! [Aloud.'] Oh, go. 

Sophie. Thank you, ma'am. [Exits, c. l., on a run.] 

Mrs. TV. That's a country servant for you. [To Mary. ~\ Xow, 
let's see about the marketing. [Goes to table and sits. Mary 
stands by her and consults.] 

Winthrop re-enters with check, which he gives his wife. 

Winthrop. Here, my dear, here's the check. Here's your 
money — five dollars. 

Mrs. W. Five dollars ! You'll please to put a nought to 
that. 

Win. Oh. well, put it yourself. 

Mrs. W. I'll put two. [Win. beckons to Sol.] 

Win. Solomon ! 

Sol. [r.] Yes, sir. 

Win. Bring up both wines, you understand. 

Sol. [Going up.] Yes, sir. I suppose a couple of dozen 
bottles will do to begin on. 

Win. I should hope so. You must take care of their ser- 
vants, too. Make them comfortable in the kitchen. 

Sol. Leave it to me, sir. They won't want to go away for a 
month. [Exits, c. l. Win. gets r.] 

Mrs: W. [Rising — to Mary.] And two quarters of lamb. 

Mary. [Back of table.] Lor, mum, soldiers never do care for 
lamb. 

Mrs. W. How do you know ? 

Mary. Why, mum, I had a young man — I mean a cousin — 
in the army, and he wouldn't look at lamb. I never dared to 
offer him nothing but roast beef. 

Mrs. TT. Be careful not to waste, and don't make any mis- 
takes whatever you do. 

Mary. [Grosses behind to c] Bless you, mum, when I cook 
for the family I may sometimes go a bit wrong, but if I have to 
cook for the soldiers, I shall cook with all my heart. [Exits, c. l.] 

Win. [Looks at watch.] Isn't it lunch time? I'm frightfully 
hungry. 

Mrs. W. [Rising.] Xow don't annoy me with trifles at such 
a moment. I've too much to look after. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 15 

Solomon re-enters with card, c. l. 

Solomon. Gentleman called sir, and waiting. 

Win. [Reads.'] " Mr. Kothschild, Hoffmeister." Who is he? 

Mrs. W. It's the new man that's taken Pellet's drug store. 
I suppose he's called to introduce himself. [Crosses to r.] 

Win. I don't want to know the druggist. [Nods to Sol., who 
exits, c. l.] 

Mrs. W. You must see him, I have no time. [Exits rapidly, 

R. D.] 

Win. [Following her^] I've no time, neither. 
Koth enters, hat in hand, c. L. 

Roth. Good morning. [He is a fair-haired, spectacled young 
German, not ridiculous by any means — a slight accent permissible.] 

Win. [Stays r.] Ah ! How are you ? 

Roth. Thank you. Will you allow me a few minutes of your 
most valuable time ? Animated by the desire of entering at once 
into social relations with the families more distinguished of the 
vicinage, among the inhabitants of which I have the honor now to 
be enrolled in a capacity quasi professional in character, I have 
taken the liberty of presenting myself, at the earliest possible mo- 
ment, to your honored and esteemed self. 

Win. [Sits, r., on sofa.] Yes. [4«^.] He's got that speech 
by heart. [Aloud.] Pray be seated. 

Roth. [Sits on edge of chair.] In addition to the reason 
already advanced, my visit has an object more personal. I have 
come most respectfully to a favor solicit. 
Win. Ah! 

Mary Anne appears, c. l., with basket on arm, and hat and 

shawl on. 

Roth. Permit me to make a preliminary statement, in order 
to give a clearer conception of my motives. [Mary Anne, at l. 
u. e., has beckoned to Win.] 

Win. [ Waves her off.] Get out ! [Subdued tone.] 

Roth. [Rises.] I beg pardon — 

Win. No, no. Don't mind me. Go on, please. 

Roth. [Sitting on edge of chair.] My native place — in which 
I spent the happy days of childhood, reposes on the romantic bor- 
ders of the Rhine, immediately contiguous to the confluence of 
the Necker. [Mary Anne has beckoned more earnestly.] 

Win. [Same business.] No time, now, go away. [Mary 
Anne exits, angrily, c. l.] 



16 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Both. [Rises.] In that case allow me to call at some future — 
Win. Excuse me — I spoke to the cook. Please be seated. 

You were saying — 

Roth. [Sits.] That I spent the happy days of childhood on 

the borders of the Khine, contiguous to the confluence of the 

Neck— 

Mrs. Winthrop enters, r. d., and starts to go back. 

Win. [Detains her.'] Ah! There is my wife — allow me, my 
dear — this is Mr. Khinemeister, from the confluence of the Necker 
— Mr. Necker — Mr. Hoffmeister— my wife — excuse me — [As 
he exits, r. d., Mrs. W. 'tries to detain him, catching his coat 
tail — he breaks away.] 

Roth. Certainly. Don't mind me. 

Mrs. Winthrop. [Aside.] How provoking. [They sit.] 

Roth. Madam, animated by the desire of entering at once into 
social relations with the families most distinguished of the yicin- 
age, among the inhabitants of which I haye the honor to be now 
enrolled in a capacity — 

Mary Anne enters, c. l., as before, and beckons to Mrs. W. 

Mrs. W. [Rises, and motions her aicay.] Not now — by-and-by. 
[Mary Anne exits, in despair^] 
Roth. [Rising.] I beg pardon. 
Mrs. W. Excuse me, I addressed the cook. 
Roth. [ Aside.] The cook again ! So ! 

Milly enters, r. d. 

Mrs. W. [Rising.] My dear Millicent, will you kindly rep- 
resent me for a few moments? [Introducing.] Miss Merritt, 
Mr. Hoffmeister. [To Roth.] Pray, pardon me if I attend to 
some most pressing household duties. [Calls.] Mary Anne! 
[Exits, after Mary Anne, c. l.] 

Roth. Fm afraid Eye dropped in at a bad time. 

Mil. [r.] Not at all. It's only a temporary excitement, 
caused by the unexpected arriyal of the soldiers. So you haye 
settled in the place? [Both sit] 

Roth. Yes, Miss. 

Mil. I hope you will be pleased with it. 

Telka and Linda appear, c. l. 

Roth. I hope so. And animated by the desire of entering 
at once into social relations with families most distinguished — 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 17 

[Telka picks up Both's hat and puts it on. Mil. motions her 
to desist. Roth sees motion and stops. Linda gets down, r.] 

Mil. [ Turns to Both.'] I beg your pardon — you were saying ? 
Excuse my inattention. 

Both. [Bises.] Oh, never mind. I know. It's the cook. 
[Turns and sees Telka with his hat on.~\ Oh! my gracious, my 
hat. 

Telka. [Takes off hat, and salutes him.] The cook is very 
much obliged, sir. Ha ! ha ! ha ! [Buns out, with the hat, c. l.] 

Mil. [Calling.] Telka! 

Both. Miss ! my hat ! 



Mil. [Bising, 
Both. [Aside. 



I'll get it. [Calls.] Telka! [Exits, c. l.] 
What an extraordinary family ! Everybody 
runs away ! [Turns and sees Linda.] No — one is left. A nice 
one. 

Linda. [Aside, r.] I suppose I must speak. I wonder who 
he is. 

Both. [Aside.] If there is nobody, I must talk to her without 
an introduction. Animated by the desire, etc. 

Linda. ) m ,-, f I — eh — 

Both. l^e^-JEh-L \_Pause-] 

Both. [Aside.] My soda water young lady! [.4fowdL] I 
suppose I have the honor of addressing the daughter of the 
building ? 

Linda. No. My father is Mr. Peregrine Bunker. 

Both. I am glad to hear that. I intended taking the liberty 
of calling on your father to-day. My name is Rothschild Hofi- 
meister. I have bought out the apothecary — 

Linda. Oh! then please don't call to-day, as we expect to 
have the house full of soldiers. [$£fe.] Won't you — be seated. 

Both. [Smiles and nods, half attempting to sit down, without 
reaching the chair.] Just like this family. Animated by the 
desire — 

Linda. Yes. You can imagine how papa's time is taken up. 
We will probably give a ball. Do you dance? 

Both. Do I dance ? I assure you, solemnly, Miss, that when 
I hear music, I cannot keep still already. [Sways to and fro, on 
seat] 

Linda. Then you'll do lots of business, for we are all crazy 
about dancing. 

Both. I'd rather dauce than eat or sleep any day. 

Linda. And I could pass my life in a waltz. 

Both. Oh, Miss, you ought to be German. You are good 
enough to be. 

Linda. Do you waltz? 
2 



18 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Roth. [Rises.'] That is where my country has the advantage. 
I waltz like a top. 

Linda. And reverse, too? 

Roth. Every way — like a roasting Jack. [Linda hums a 
waltz; both dance two or three steps, as they face each other they 
stop abashed and re-seat themselves.] 

Linda. Then I can promise you, you'll have the entree every- 
where in Xarragansett Pier. 

Roth. And get all at once acquainted. I'm glad of that. It 
is hard to call in on everybody. You have a word that ex- 
presses what I look when I do so. I look ]ike a baby — I mean 
a booby. Is it not? 

Linda. Oh! 

Roth. You noticed it ? 

Linda. No — you don't appear at all awkward now. 

Roth. [Very nervous and uneasy, strikes hand-bell on table 
unconsciously, is still more distressed.] The fact is I am astonish- 
ing myself. I never felt so easy. It must be you. You don't 
seem the least like a stranger. In fact, I cannot believe we meet 
for the first time. 

Linda. [Struck, aside, rises.] That's exactly like what Telka 
spoke about! 

Roth. [Rises.] It seems as if I had known you forever. 

Linda. [ Confused.] It is very singular, indeed. 

Roth. Yery singular. 

Linda. [Aside, looks around.] I wish somebody would come. 
I hope he is not going to get the fever. [ Up stage.] 

Eoth has knocked a book off the table, picks it up with head bent 
down; in this position he dives into Winthrop who enters 
rather quickly; also enter Mrs. Winthrop, Telka and 

MlLLY, C. L. 

Winthrop. Where is he ? Ah ! Mr. Confluence of the Necker, 
still here? I hope you'll excuse us — we are so busy to-day. 

Roth. Pray, don't mention it. Animated by the desire — 

Mrs. Winthrop. The unexpected responsibility of entertaining 
the officers of the — 

Roth, [a, bowing on every side.] Not another word, madam, 
sir, I have made my visit already . boundless. Permit me to — 
[Bows.] Animated by the desire — 

Win. [r.] Certainly, good-bye. 

Mrs. W. [Smiling mechanically.] Good day. 

Roth. Good day. [Looks at Linda.] Oh, she's the nicest 
one of them all. [Bows to Win., going up bumps against Telka 
who is up stage talking with Mil.] Your servant, ladies. [Boivs.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 19 

Telka. [Aside to Mil.~\ Poor fellow. [ Aloud to him.'] You'll 
find your hat in the hall. 

Roth. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks ! [Exits, C. L.] 

Mrs. W. Was anything so provoking. The butcher is actu- 
ally sold out. Every one was there before us. 

Win. [ Gets r.] Well, we'll give them something else. 

Mrs. W. But what? 

Win. If the baker isn't sold out, order in a load of pies. 

Mrs. W. [Crosses to r.] What! I'm at my wit's end. 
[Talks to Mil., aside.] 

Win. Perhaps you can borrow some beef. [ Crosses to c] 

Tel. [a] Uncle, shall we make up wreaths of flowers and 
evergreens for the parlor ? 

Linda, [r.] And put bouquets in the rooms ? 

Win. [Crosses between the two girls.] Flowers! Bouquets! 
What for? 

Tel. [l.] Why, I always read that troops on the march 
were greatly revived and comforted by having maidens dressed 
in white come and strew flowers before 'em. 

Win. That's only proper on their return from war : — not on 
their way to a Summer encampment. 

Linda. What a pity — such a nice idea spoiled. 

Tel. Any way we can put flowers in their rooms. [Linda 
joins Telka.] 

Win. As many as you like. 

Bunker enters, c. l. 

Bunker. Just think, Winthrop, I can't find a place to put 
eleven — 

Win. Now look here, Bunker, I've had enough of this 
business. 

Bun. My friend, I'm surprised at you. 

Win. Just reflect a little ! Here are my wife, my niece and 
her companion. Three ladies against four officers. 

Bun. I never thought of that. The fourth oflicer will find it 
rather dull. [Laughs.] 

Win. I'm not jesting. The more I think of it, the more an- 
noyed I feel. 

Bun. [Struck.] Is that so ? Well, perhaps I can arrange it. 
I've just heard that there's sudden sickness at Buggle's house, 
where the Colonel was going to stop. If you'll take him I'll put 
the lieutenants somewhere else. 

Win. [Struck.] The Colonel ! An elderly person, of course 
— with pleasure. 






20 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Tel. [ Grieved, crosses to Win.'] Oh, uncle ! A nasty old 
colonel. 

Mrs. W. [Down r.] I object for one. He will require too 
much attention. 

Tel. An old fussy growler ! We won't be jolly a bit ! 

Win. [Severely.] Jolly ! My house is not a place of amuse- 
ment. [To Bun.] I accept the Colonel. 

Bun. Then we must see about it at once. Come with me — 
the quartermasters have just got off the train. The regiment's 
coming up on the boat. 

Win. Come along. Where's my hat and coat ? 

Mrs. W. But, my dear — 

Win. I have fully considered. I take the Colonel or nobody. 
[Exits, R. D.] 

Mrs. W. I don't know whether I'm standing on my feet or 
not. [Exits, following Fm., e. d.] 

IAnda. [Seizes Bun] No Colonel for us, papa. [ Warmly.] 

Bun. No dear — we have the surgeon. [Takes out card.] 

IAnda. [Takes billet dubiously.] A doctor? Let's see. 
[Stage L.] 

Winthrop re-enters. 

Winthrop. Now then, Bunker! Don't lose a moment, we 
must secure that Colonel. [They exit, c. l.] 

Linda. [Beads billet] " Dolf Van Tassel, M.D." 

Mil. [Startled.] Oh, my ! My husband. 

Linda. What's the matter ? [Crosses to Mil.] 

Mil. [r., controls herself^] Nothing. 

Tel. [Turns up her nose^] A doctor! That's a nice one to 
have. 

Mil. A doctor may be a very amiable person. 

Solomon enters, c. l. 

Solomon. Officer called and waiting. 

Tel. and Linda. An officer ! [Rapturously embracing.] 

Sol. I think he's going to be quartered here, Miss ; he looked 
me all over. 

Tel. [Impatiently.] Show him in at once. [Sol. exits, c. l.] 

Mil. I'll call Mrs. Winthrop. [Exits, r. d.] 

Tel. [Runs to mirror over mantel^] Is my hair tumbled? 
[Fixes it.] 

Linda. [Puts on her hat] I look best in a hat. [Runs to 
mirror at other side and fixes it] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 21 

Tel. I'm a perfect fright. 

Linda. [Adjusting hat.'] I was going home anyway. 

Thorpe Sydam enters, c. l., looks about; sees no one; puts helmet 
on table and goes to glass at c, takes out two brushes and care- 
fully does his hair. Wears captain's uniform. 

Tel. [Turns.'] How red my hands are. [Raises them above 
her head, waves them to make them white.] 

Linda. [Palling on gloves.] The very worst pair of gloves 
I've got — a whole number too big. [Turns and sees Syd. To 
Tel.] There he is! 

Tel. Where ? [Sees him, snatches up book and throws herself 
in chair, feigning to read. Linda pretends to busy herself at 
piano.] 

Sydam. [a, having finished, puts up brushes, sticks glass in eye, 
takes up helmet and comes slowly down stage; sees ladies.] Haw ! 
Here's one young lady, and there's another. [Produces flacon 
and perfumes himself] Beg pardon, ladies, if I intrude, but the 
occasion. Permit me to introduce myself — Thorpe Sydam of the 
Excelsior Regiment, N. G. S. N. Y. 

Tel. [Eises.] My name is Telka Essoff. [Introduces.] My 
friend, Miss Linda Bunker. 

Syd. Many thanks. 

Tel. Please be seated ; my aunt will be here directly. 

Syd. [a] Your aunt ? Oh, there's no hurry. [All sit] I 
perceive I interrupted your reading. 

Tel. Yes ; I was so absorbed I didn't notice your entrance. 

Linda. We didn't even see you come in. 

Syd. Must be a very fascinating book. 

Linda. Do you like reading ? 

Syd. Yes, oh, yes. I never have time to read myself, but 
some of -the boys do, and they tell the rest of us about it. It's 
all the same among the boys who reads, you know. 

Mrs. Winthrop enters, r. d., Syd. rises and Tel. introduces. 
Linda crosses to table. 

Tel. My aunt. 

Syd. [Bows.] I am Thorpe Sydam of the Excelsior Regi- 
ment, N. G. S. N. Y. 

Mrs. Winthrop. I suppose you called about the officers' 
quarters. 

Syd. Yes. Pardon me for causing inconvenience 

Mrs. W. Don't mention it. I hear that four officers are 
coming. 



22 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Syd. Yes. Four of ours. I suppose it's my duty to inspect 
the premises according to army regulations; but one glance at 
the ladies is sufficient to assure me of the welcome of the four. 
I really envy them, but it's all the same among the boys ; if one of 
the boys is in luck, the other boys are. All the same among the 
boys, no matter which of the boys is in luck, you know. 

Mrs. W. You are very kind. The gentlemen will have to 
make some allowance for the shortness of our notice. 

Syd. Yes. That's the new system, you know. Everything on 
short notice. So we'll be always prepared. The boys don't mind 
it, but I'm afraid you may. 

Mrs. W. How long do you intend to remain in our place ? 

Syd. Too short a time to suit your guests. Not over a day — 
we are due in Newport to-morrow evening. 

Tel. [Who, with Linda, has been feverishly attentive to all Syd. 
says, checks off hid words with smiles; crosses to L. c] That's very 
reasonable, aunty, you must admit. 

Linda. We hope to see the review to-morrow. 

Syd. Ya'as. It'll be very good. The boys are to have a 
sham battle and all that. It'll be quite a topper. 

Tel. [ Crosses to Mrs. IF.] Aunt, we must drive out and see it. 

Syd. Charming. The boys will be sure to conquer under your 
eyes. 

Winthrop enters, c. L., sees group. 

Winthrop. [Aside"] One of the warriors here already. 

Mrs. W. [Rises.] My dear, this gentleman has come about 
the quarters. 

Win. [a] Delighted to meet you. I've just come from the 
quartermaster himself where I solicited the pleasure of enter- 
taining your Colonel. [ With emphasis.] 

Mrs. W. Humph ! 

Tel. Oh ! [Petulantly turns up stage, L.] 

Syd. The Colonel will arrive with the regiment. 

Win. So I understand. The four young gentlemen allotted 
to me will be quartered at the neighboring brewery. 

Syd. At the brewery ! That'll be jolly. The boys will like 
that. 

Tel. [Crosses to Win.] But, uncle, even if you take the 
Colonel, we could keep some lieutenants, too. 

Win. [Gives her threatening look; she gets back.] We'll give 
the brewery a chance. 

Syd. [Aside, L. c] Deuced charming little thing. I don't 
believe the brewery comes up to this. [Aloud.] As my business 
is unhappily concluded, allow me to take my leave. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 23 

Mrs. W. [Crosses to Syd.~\ Won't you take lunch with us? 
I've just ordered it. 

Syd. Madam, this is really too kind. [Military music — a 
march heard in distance.'] 

Win. You must stay. [Rings, l., table.] 

Tel. Hark ! [Listens ; hears music in distance.] 

Sophie rushing in, c. l. 

Sophie. They're coming ! They're coming ! 
Mrs. W. What is it ? 
Sophie. The soldiers ! [Music louder.] 
Win. Already ? 

Tel. [ Very quickly.] Will they pass by our house ? [Runs 
to window at side.] 
Syd. Certainly ! 

Milly runs in, r. d. 

Milly. Let me see too ! Let me see too ! 
Tel. [Speaking back into room.] Here comes the band! 
[Mrs. W. goes to window, l. u. e.] 

Mary and Sophie. There they are. There they are. 

Solomon enters with tray, bottles and glasses, c. l. 

Solomon. Here's the music for you. 
Syd. How they love the military. 

Mrs. W. [Shoves up the window, and the full burst of music 
comes in with the distant shouts.] There ! 

Mary Anne runs in, c. l., with tray of luncheon and tea service 
and runs with it to window. Sol. goes with his tray to Syd. 
Tel. crosses to Syd. and back to window. Linda runs up 
c, spins Win. round. Mrs. W. runs to Win. and pulls 
him to window. Tableau of excitement to military march. 

All. [As curtain comes, down.] Look at 'em! Look at 'em! 
Curtain. \ 



24 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 



ACT II. 



Scene — Same as Act First March continues. Curtain rises 
immediately and finds Solomon and Sophie in place. Solo- 
mon, r., winding clock. 

Sophie. Solomon ! Solomon ! 

Solomon. [Not turning round.] Well, what is it? 

Sophie. Here he is again. 

Sol. Who ? 

Sophie. The other young officer that asked after the colonel. 
He wants to know if he's come yet. 

Sol. [Coming down.'] No, he ain't come yet. 

Sophie. I thought not. [Exits, c. l.] 

Sol. That's the sixth time to-day he's come to ask after the 
colonel. Why, he's coming in. 

Dolf Van Tassel, M.D., enters, c. l., Surgeon of regiment. 

Dolf. Sh ! [Puts finger to his lips.] 

Sol. [r.] The colonel ain't come yet. 

Dolf. Thanks for the information. [ Gives money.] 

Sol. Thank you, sir. 

Dolf. It's very unfortunate that I can't find the colonel. I've 
called I believe — 

Sol. Six times, sir. 

Dolf [l.] Yes, and my quarters are at the other end of the 
town, at Mr. Peregrine Bunker's house. 

Sol. Can't you wait for the colonel here, sir ? 

Dolf [ Quickly.] Can I ? At least, would there be no ob- 
jection to my stopping? 

Sol. Not the least, sir. I'll tell Mr. Winthrop. 

Dolf. Do. [ Gives money.] You are very good. 

Sol. You are very good, sir. [ Going, r., aside.] If they all 
come down like this I'll make my fortune before the regiment 
leaves town. [Exits, R. d.] 

Dolf. I'm in the house. If I could get word to Milly. [Looks 
round.] 

Milly enters cautiously, L. D. 

Milly. Dolf! 

Dolf [Puts helmet on table, R., and embraces her.] My 
darling ! 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 25 

Mil. [l.] I saw you from the window. 

Dolf. I've been here six times. 

Mil. I saw you every time. 

Dolf. If I -could have got only one glimpse of you. 

Mil. You know how careful I must be. 

Dolf. [Sighs.] Yes. 

Mil. If any one in the house suspected our — 

Dolf. Our happiness. [Kisses her.] 

Mil. [Disengaging, crosses to r.] Do be reasonable. 

Dolf. Certainly. [Kisses her.'] 

Mil. [Disengaging and turning to r.] Let us begin to ar- 
range how we can see each other. 

Dolf. Pleasure first, business afterwards. 

Mil. Some one will see us. 

Telka. [Outside, c. l.] Milly. [They separate.] 

Mil. [r.] There, our opportunity is gone and we've settled 
nothing. 

Telka enters, taking off hat, c. l. 

Telka. I've just driven by the brewery. Our four officers are 
there. 

Mil. [Remonstrating, points to Dolf] Telka. [ Crosses to c] 

Tel. [To Mil.] Ah, the doctor! [Nodding to him.] How 
do you do again? [To Mil.] I became acquainted with, him 
when he called before. [To Dolf] It's so nice of you to come 
over again. 

Dolf. No thanks. It's my duty. [Aside to Mil., l.] Send 
her away. 

Mil. [Aside to him.] That would never do. 

Tel. [ To Mil.] Has the new music come ? 

Mil. Yes. You'll find it on the piano. 

Tel. [ Goes to piano.] I wonder if my Russian songs are here ? 
[Dolf kisses Mil's hand.] 

Mil. Do be careful. 

Dolf I will. [Squeezes hand in both of his.] 

Tel. [After rummaging.] Here it is. [Turns and catches 
Dolfs motions.] What are you about? 

Mil. Oh. [Trying to withdraw her hand.] 

Dolf. [ Counting her pulse.] Five, six, seven, eight ! Yes, as 
I told you before, you ought to do something for it. 

Tel. Are you sick, Milly ? 

Dolf. She won't acknowledge it, but I perceived it at once. 
Heart ! [ Taps his chest. Crosses to c] 

Tel. Dear me ! 



26 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Dof. [Goes to table and sits.~] I'll give you a prescription. 

Tel. [To JUL'] Why didn't vou speak to the little new 
apothecary when he was here this morning ? 

Mil. [l.] The fact is. I have no confidence in him. 

TeL And you never complained ? 

Mil. Because I'm ashamed to speak to any one about my 
heart. 

Dolj. [Approaches with paper.] Be sure you follow the 
directions. 

TeL Let's see. [Crosses to c. Mil. holds the paper away. ~] 
I'm so worried. [To Dolf.] Is there any danger? [Mil. 
gets l.] 

Dolf. Oh, no — not for the present. [They conversed] 

Mil. [Reads — aside.'] As soon as the colonel arrives, I can 
call again. You understand. [Aloud.'] I am very much 
obliged, doctor. 

Dolf. ZSTo thanks. It's my duty. 

Me. and Mrs. TVixthpop enter, e. d. 

Winthrop. Good morning again, Doctor. 

Dolf. [Shaking hands warmly.] Good morning. 

Mrs. Winthrop. We're waiting like yourself for the colonel. 
[Crosses and speaks to Mil., who exits into garden, e. r. e.] 

Win. [To Dolf] You are very anxious to see him ? 

Dolf [Going to lool: after Mil.] The very first thing. It's 
my duty. 

Win. I hope there's no sickness in the case. 

Dolf [Looking after Mil] Oh. Just a trifle. 

Win. A touch of goat, eh? 

Dolf. [Slowly and absently.] Eh ! Oh ! 

Win. [p.] I feel it. too. Comes from the liver. 

Dolf [Takes helmet.] Yes — the liver — oh, yes. I wish you 
a very good day. 

Win. Don't hurry. 

Dolf. Thanks. I must. [Going.] It's my duty. 

Win. [Confidentially taking his arm.] How about the colo- 
nel's diet. Nothing special required, eh ? 

Dolf [Going up with him.] Oh, no. 

Win. But nothing greasy — no acids, of course. 

Dolf. [c. l.] Of course. Good day. [Exits, after bowing 
to ladies, c. l.] 

Mrs. W. Good day, doctor. 

Tel. [l.] Well, if the colonel don't come soon, he may stay 
away, for all I care. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 27 

Mrs. W. [Reproachfully.'] Telka! 

Win. [Severe, seated.'] Be careful how you talk in his 
presence. Remember his age. 

Telka. [Sighs.] I do. More's the pity. 

Win. You must pay him every attention. 

Tel. [Sits on sofa.] I'll do my best. I'll give him all I in- 
tended for our young lieutenants. 

Win. [To Mrs. W] Is everything ready, dear. 

Mrs. W. Yes ; we'll put him in the corner room. 

Win. That's a good idea. There's a stove in it. 

Mrs. W. A stove ! In August ? 

Win. The evenings are chilly, and for an old man with the 
gout — [Sees Solomon.] 

Solomon enters, r. d., to go to c. l. 

Win. Solomon, have the stove in the corner room ready to 
light. 

Solomon. Yes, sir. [Exits, c. L.] 

Mrs. W. [Sarcastically/] We might bring down grandpa's 
roller chair from the garret, and make a hospital of the house — 
with the tea-kettle simmering all day. 

Win. I'd rather get hot tea for the old colonel, than have to 
apply ice to the brains of young love-struck lieutenants. 

Tel. [Crosses to c, and up.] I don't know what the lieuten- 
ants have ever done to you. 

Mrs. W. Nor I. 

Win. [Sarcastic] How nice it would be to have the rascals 
kissing the fair hands of the lady of the house. [Mrs. W. goes 
to him as if to reproach him.] And courting the niece. But a 
sickly old colonel won't do it. He's got something else to think 
of. 

Tel. [At window.] Oh, look at that lovely officer galloping 
down the road. 

Mrs. W. [Eagerly running to window.] Oh, where ? 

Win. The young devils are galloping all over town. And 
every girl's heart is galloping after them. 

Tel. He's stopping at our door. 

Win. The adjutant, I suppose, come to announce — 

Tel. See how he leaps off his horse. 

Mrs. W. The adjutant, of course. 

Tel. [ Comes away.] I hope he's got to stop where the colonel 
does. 



28 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Solomon admits the Colonel, c. l. He is young and dashing. 

Colonel. [Cheerfully. ,] Good day ! 

Win. [r.] You have come to announce the Colonel. I sup- 
pose. Is he coming? 

Col. [a] He begs your pardon for announcing himself so 
abruptly. I am the Colonel — Colonel Van Kleck. 

Mrs.W. and Tel [i,.] Oh! 

Win. \_Dumb.~] You — are — the Colonel? 

Col. May I ask to be presented to the ladies ? 

Win. Ye — yes. Oh, yes — certainly. My wife — and my 
niece. 

Tel. [l., aside to Mrs. W.] He doesn't look his age, aunty. 

Mrs. W. [Aside to Tel.'] I don't believe he has the gout, 
either. 

Win. [Aside.] Why, he's as young as any of 'em. 

Mrs. W. Our house is yours, Colonel. If there is anything 
you wish — 

Co!. My only wish is to cause as little trouble as possible. I 
shall be pained if the hospitality you extend to us is productive 
of the slightest inconvenience. 

Mrs. W. [Shakes hands, earnestly.] We bid you a most hearty 
welcome. [Crosses to Win.] 

Win. [r., resignedly.] Make vourself completely at home. 
Telka ! 

Tel. [To Col.] May I take your helmet, sir? 

Col. Certainly not. [Crosses and gives helmet quickly to Sol., 
who exits, l. d., and then returns; Col. unbuckles sword and gives 
that to Sol., who exits, c] But if you will give me your hand in 
welcome, I shall take it with thanks. [Win. and Mrs.- W. 
converse.] 

Tel. [Shakes hands.] Willingly ! There it is. But I have 
to make you an apoiogv. 

Col. [l.] An apology ? Why ? 

Tel. I've been calling you an old gentleman and thinking all 
sorts of ugly old things about you. 

Col. Is that all ? I forgive if you tell me how you came to 
do it. 

Tel. [ Goes to Mrs. W.] I'll tell you — when we become better 
acquainted. [Exits with Mrs. W., r. r. e. ; as she goes off, Mrs. 
W. kisses her hand at the Col., who does not percieve it. Win. runs 
up stage, looks surprised and amazed.] 

Win. [To Col.] Will you have a light luncheon sent to your 
room, Colonel, or would you prefer to lie down a little first. 

Col. • [A little surprised.] Oh, no. I've only been two hours 
on horseback. I'm quite fresh. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 29 

Win. [ Closes window, l. u. e.] I'll shut out the draught. 

Col. [r.] I don't mind it ; but if it's disagreeable to you — 

Win. You should mind it. You'll find the weather-strips are 
on all your windows. 

Col. You are very good. I always sleep with my windows 
open. 

Win. Windows open ? 

Col. Winter and summer. 

Win. [Aside.] He won't acknowledge his infirmities. [J.fowc?.] 
If you have any special orders for our cook, don't stand on 
ceremony. 

Col. You are too good. I don't think of anything. 

Win. You must be careful of your diet. 

Col. [r.] I ? I could eat pebbles when I'm hungry. 

Win. [Aside.'] Mere bravado. [Aloud, knowingly. ] Leave 
it to me. I'll see you don't have anything too rich. 

Col. Too rich ? 

Win. It would be poison in your condition. 

Col. My condition ? What condition ? 

Win. Why, your liver complaint and gout, of course. 

Col. My dear sir, I noticed it before — you seem to take me 
for an invalid. 

Win. [Apologetically.] Not at all. I understand — Ave, none 
of us, like to acknowledge — but I learned of it quite by accident. 

Col. Learned of it from whom, pray ? 

Win. [Nods confidentially.] The regimental surgeon hinted 
at the state of your case. 

Col. What could have possessed him ! 

Win. He is very much concerned. He's been here six times 
already. 

Col. When he calls for the seventh time, I will take the 
liberty of reassuring him. [Crosses to l.] 

Win. I trust you are not vexed with us. 

Col. [Amazed.] Not at all. I enjoy the joke. Your solici- 
tude is explained. 

Win. Ha ! ha ! ha ! Yes, my wife suggested a warming-pan. 

Col. [Not so much amused.] Warming-pan ! Very thought- 
ful of her. 

Roll of drum and color-march heard. This is continued till sol- 
diers are off. 

Win. [Starts.] What's that ? 

Col. [ Going up.] They are bringing me the colors. 

Win. [Following.] Let me show you your room. 



30 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Col. I beg you won't trouble yourself. [Exits, l. d.] 
Win. He is mad. 

Telka enters, r. u. e. 

Telka. Uncle, there's a lot of soldiers coming in; what on 
earth is the matter ? 

Win. [Gravely.'] Nothing, child. They are only bringing 
in the colors. 

Guards cross stage, c. l., exeunt, r. u. e. They do not keep step. 
Sol. remains. 

Tel. [Holding Win.'s arm.] Oh, uncle. There's a lieuten- 
ant. 

Win. What of it? # 

Tel. Can't we ask him to dinner ? 

Win. Certainly not. 

Paul Dexter enters, c. l., and speaks to Sol., who is just going 
to follow guards out. 

Tel. [Excited, r.] There's another ! 

Win. So there is ! They spring up like mushrooms ! 

Tel. Isn't he splendid ! 

Win. [Takes her to door.] You had better go and see if 
your aunt wants you. 

Tel. I declare, it's too bad, I'm not to have the least bit of 
comfort with the soldiers. [Exits, R. D. Soldiers return and 
exeunt, c] 

Sol. [To Paul.] I can't say, but here's Mr. Winthrop. 

Paul. [Helmet in hand.] My name is Paul Dexter. I have 
the pleasure of being quartered here. 

Win. There is a slight error. We have the honor of en- 
tertaining the Colonel. You perceive my list. [Shows paper.] 

Paul. [ Glances at it] Correct. Colonel Van Kleck and 
staff. 

Win. [Looking^] And staff? 

Paul. Yes. The colonel, lieutenant-colonel, major, adjutant, 
quartermaster and medical officers. I'm the adjutant. 

Win. [r., dryly.] I shall have quite a family. 

Paul. Sorry to trouble you, of course, but — 

Win. [Rises.] Oh, I'm delighted. I'll go tell my wife. 
Excuse me just a moment. 

Paul. Certainly. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 31 

Win. [Going, aside."] A young colonel and a dozen young 
staves. It's perfectly lovely. [Exits, R. d.] 

Paul. They don't appear to receive us with joy. [To Sol.] 
I say, old friend, I've been several hours on horseback, and 
should like to retire to my room, if not inconvenient. 

Sol. I'll see to it at once, sir. [Exits, L. D.] 

Sydam enters, c. l. 

Sydam. Hollo, old boy ! 

Paul, [r.] Hollo ! You here ? 

Syd. [Brushing his back hair at mantel.'] Yes. Saw you 
come up, and came to congratulate you on the quarters. I 
know the family. Nice people. One of the young ladies is — 
well — she's — what shall I call her ? 

Paul. Take your own time and consider. [ On sofa, r.] 

Syd. [At fireplace, l.] Quite a topper. But she don't be- 
long here. I mean she's from abroad. Prussian — no — not 
that — 

Paul. Russian ? 

Syd. That's it. None of your shallow, blase, languid sort, 
but thoroughbred — full of fire — eyes like a gazelle. 

Paul. Like a what ? 

Syd. [l.] I guess it's a gazelle. But I never saw one. 
That's what the poets say. 

Paul. My son, you are much damaged. Poetry! It's a 
dreadful attack. 

Syd. I'm afraid I shall gush about her. * But business, old 
boy. I'm going to work to get up a ball ; I hope the Colonel 
won't object. 

Paul. I'll ask him. 

Syd. t)o. I'll call again before dinner, to hear what he 



Paid. And to see the little Russian. 

Syd. [Pleased.] How the deuce did you guess it ! The fact 
is, I'm quite gone, I acknowledge. Very inconvenient, too. If 
she was only in Newport, where we camp a week. But here, 
where we only stop a day— 

Paul. Oh, you're used to it. This is your fifth in a year. 

Syd. Yes ; but the others were nothing. I'm done for this 
time. 

Paul. Are you serious? Pardon my joking. 

Syd. That's all right — among the boys, you know. 



32 THE PASSING REGIMES*. 

Scipio enters, c. l. — colored military servant. 

>'■:■; : :, Please, sir. where shall I put the things ? 

P: id. I wish I knew, Scipio. Are the horses cared for ? 

Seip. [c] Yes, sah. There wasn't no room., but I soon 
made some. 

Paul. How did you manage ? 

Seip. There was two little ponies in the stable, so I just turned 
'em loose. 

Paul. Loose! "Where? 

Seip. In de garden. Golly, dev jumped like lambs. 

Paul. The devil: 

Syd. [e.] You'll become quite a favorite in the house. 

Seip. I guess we is already. Dey fixed me in a room right 
off de kitchem. Tm ! 

Solomon enters, l. d. 

Solomon. Room's ready, sir. 

Paul. \_To Seip.'] In there, you rascal. [Sclp. exits, l. d.] 
N : w, to brush the dust off. 

Syd. If you don't mind, I'll take your brush a minute, too. 

Paid. With pleasure. Walk in. [Holds door for him.] 

Syd. After you. 

Paid. I'm at home. 

Syd. All the same among the boys, you know, who goes first. 
[Exeunt, l. d.] 

>V< 7 . Now, we've got a house full. 

Telka r::;?';, e, r. e,, e:: -■:.' . '.' : II::_:._" 

Iz~ : ::.. Solomon. I've just caught my ponies running loose 
>vei :': - flower-beds. Who turned them out? 

Sol. [l.] The officer's servant. Miss. 

Tel [Angrily.] The Colonels? 

Sol. No, Miss, the Lieutenant's. 

Tel [Mollified.] Very well. Bon't tell my uncle, it might 
vex him. [Tur : nh piano.] 

Sol. All-right. Miss. \Gae% up and arranges furniture.] 

Milly. [r., at piano.] Yon had better get your music out, 
Telka. Remember, your uncle will certainly ask you to sing 
after dinner. 

Tel Oh, dear: have I got to sit and sing instead of talking. 
[Goes to piano.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 33 

Scipio re-enters, l. d., looks at the door and makes a large chalk 

X on it. 

Sol. Here, what are you doing? What's that for? 

Scipio. Make no mistake 'bout de door. [Crosses to c] 

Sol. It's a fine invention. Is it your own idea ? 

Scip. Yes, sah. Invented it all out of my own head. 

Sol. How clever ! I'm afraid you'll die early. [Exits, C. L.] 

Mil. [To Tel.'] Why not give them a German ballad ? 

Tel. I havn't learnt any. 

Sydam and Paul enter, l. d. 

. Sydam. [Stops, to Paul.] Here they are ! 

Paul. Introduce me at once. 

Tel. Isn't it pretty ! I'll try it. [Sits at piano and sees the 
officers.] 

Syd. Permit me to present Mr. Paul Dexter. 

Tel. [Pises, sees Paul, clutches Mil., excitedly.] . 

Paid, [l.] I am delighted, ladies. 

Tel. [ Aside to Mil.] It's the boarding-school brother ! 

Syd. I hope we are not in the way. 

Tel. [Timidly, r. c] Oh, not at all. 

Paul. [To Tel., crossing to her.] You were about to sing? 

Tel. No. I don't know the accompaniment. 

Paul. If you will permit me, I'll try to become a useful 
member of the family. May I look at the score? My limited 
accomplishment may be of service. 

Tel. [Hands music] Oh, if you please. [Paul crosses to 
piano.l 

Syd. I'll help, too. I'll turn the leaves. [Goes to piano.] 

Tel. [Aside to Mil., impetuously.] It's Paul ! 

Mil. Are you sure? 

Tel: Didn't you notice that he recognized me at once ? 

Mil. To be candid, I did not. 

Tel. I am sure of it. I feel it. [Hand on heart] 

Mil. I hope you are not mistaken. 

Tel. I'll prove it to you. Mr. Dexter! 

Mil. [Restraining her.] Telka! 

Tel. Let me alone. 

Paid. [ Comes doivn, r. c] At your service. 

Tel. Were you not at Madam Storrs' boarding-school last 
year to take your sister home ? 

Paid, [r.] Yes. 



34 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Tel. [a, aside to Mil] You see. [ To Paul.'] Do you recall 
anything particular connected with the visit ? 

Paul. So. Not that I remember. 

Mil. [l.. aside to Tel.] Now. you see. 

Tel. [Aside to JUL] "Well, now, you wait. [To Paul.] So 
special recollection of any persons you met there. 

Paul. [Thinking.] So. Yes! [Suddenly.] 

lei. [Triumphant.] Go on. 

Paul I shall never forget the short, fat, lady teacher with a 
m ustache and no eyebrows. 

Mil. [Aside to the petrified Tel] That wasn't vou. 

Tel. [To MU.] Of course not. [To Paul.] And you 
noticed no one else? 

Paul. Oh. there was a whole flock of young geese. 

Mil. [Aside to Tel.] You were one of them. 

Pt '. They all looked alike. 

Tel. Of course. [Grosses to i^. u. Paul goes to piano.] 

Mil. [Same.] Are you satisfied now? 

Tel. [Stage, l.] It's an outrage. [Stamps her foot.] 

Paul. [At piano.] Now, if you are ready. 

Te '. Thank vou. I won't sing. 

P id. What'? 

Tel. I've changed my mind. 

MU. [Aside to her.] Control yourself. 

Pa I. What's the matter? 

Syd. [Gomes down with music.] -By Jove, here's a part 
exactly like the march I composed. 

Tel. [Meeting him. c. very sweetly. Mil. gets to sofa, and 
Paul joins her.] Indeed, are you a composer, Lieutenant? 

> d. Well, somewhat. I'm sorry you won't sing, though. 
I'd like to hear a Eussian song. 

Tel. Have you ever been in my country ? 

■> d. No — but from what I know of it [6o?^-] — it must be — 
as far as the fail sex is concerned — a — ah — quite a topper. 

Tel As for its women. I warn you to be on your guard. We 
ai .- vindictive, and never forgive or forget an insult. [Up) with 
Syd.] ' m 

Paul. [To Mil.] Is it possible I've given her offense? 

Mil Oh no. she is merely — somewhat spoiled. 

Paul. [Aside.] So it would seem. [They sit and talk.] 

Wi>-throp enters, e. d.. observes group. 

Winthrop. Making themselves at home. The fun is just going 
to begin. [Aloud.] Telka, my dear, your aunt wishes to see 
you. [All rise.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 35 

Tel. [Heated and looking at Paid.~\ Uncle, did you see my 
ponies in the garden? Some one turned them out, and they have 
trampled on all the flowers. 

Win. [Sharply.'] Who did it? 

Tel. [ With glance at Paul.] I don't know who could have 
had so little manners, or so little sense. [Exits quickly, r. d.] 

Dolf enters, c. l., Paul and Syd. go to him and shake hands. 

Win. [ Getting to L.] There's another ! My house is a regu- 
lar barracks. The Colonel draws the whole regiment after him. 
I got myself out of the frying-pan into the fire. 

Syd. [Going.] Bye-bye, old boy, bye-bye; you're in luck. 
All the same among the boys, though. Good day. [ To Win.] 

Win. 
arm, c. l. 

Dolf. 

Win. 



Short] Good day. [Paul and Syd. exeunt, arm in 



r.] So the Colonel has arrived at last ? 
Looking over papers at table, L.] Yes. He wants you 
particularly. 

Dolf. [Aside.] Wants me particularly. Perhaps he's going 
to announce my appointment to the hospital ! Oh, for that un- 
attainable post with the big salary. I've been trying all means 
for a year to get it. We could keep house on that. [Aloud.] 
Did he seem particularly pleasant ? 

Win. Very. I think he's got something for you. He's in 
his room now. [Points.] There. [ Goes up.] 

Dolf. [ Who has exchanged signs with Mil., kisses his hand to 
her, the sound causes Win. to turn round, just as Mil. strikes a 
loud chord to attract his attention. To Win.] Thanks. It's 
my duty. \_Bows and exits, l. d. Win. goes up to see if all are 
gone.] 

Mil. [At piano, playing.] If I could only contrive to re- 
main here until he comes out. 

Win [Returns.] Miss Merritt, I warned you before that I 
do not want my niece to be thrown into the society of these 
young officers. 

Mil. [r] She was only going to sing, sir. 

Win. If the gentlemen want music let them sing to each other. 

Mil. They just happened in. 

Win. No matter. Please see that it don't happen again. 
[Exits, r. u. E.] 

Mil. Thank goodness he's gone without sending me away. 
Now I can have a moment to myself without interruption. [Sits 
at piano.] 



36 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Dolf enters, l. d. 



Dolf. Milly! 

Mil. Dolf! What is the matter? How you look ! 

Dolf. I look like a surgeon who's been dissected, don't I ? 

Mil. What have you been doing ? 

Dolf. [l] Listening to the Colonel. He has just opened on 
me like a madman. After some incoherent ravings about poi- 
soned livers and warming-pans, he ended with an explosion of 
rage that literally blew me out of the room. 

Mil My poor Dolf. 

Dolf. The worst of it is that I shan't dare to call here again. 

Mil. [Determined. ~\ Then we'll meet somewhere else. 

Dolf. We'll have to think of some place. 

Mil. How dismal it is to love in secret ! 

Dolf. Patience, my darling. 

Mil. If you knew how I suffer in this false position. 

Dolf [Takes her in his arms.'] This is not a false position. 
\_Kisses her.] 

Mil. There you go again, tempting fate. We shall be dis- 
covered. 

Colonel appears, l. d. 

Dolf. I'm desperate. I don't care who sees us. 

Colonel. [Advancing.] So it appears. [Movement of embarrass- 
ment. Mil. crosses to r.] Will you excuse us, Miss? [To Mil' 
I have some business with this gentleman. [Mil. hesitates' 
Providing, of course, you have nothing more to say to him. 
[Crosses to l.] 

Mil. [ Confused.] I — certainly not. 

Col. [ Crosses to her and offers his arm.] Permit me the honor. 
[Conducts her to door — bows.] 

Mil. [Aside^] We are both ruined. [Exits, r. d.] 

Col. [Buttons coat and turns to Dolf] Ahem ! 

Dolf. [Aside.] He buttons up his coat. This is official. 

Col. [After striding up and down.] Doctor, I am at a loss for 
words to characterize your behavior. 

Dolf. [Aside.] I bet he finds some in a moment. 

Col. First, you make me ridiculous in the family with your 
gout, and your warming-pans and stuff, and now I find you in a 
compromising situation with this young person. 

Dolf [Eagerly.] The young lady — 

Col. The young lady is a member of the family whose hos- 
pitality I enjoy. If you have no scruples on your own account 
and hers, I insist that you exhibit some for me. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 37 

Dolf. [ Cooler.'] May I be permitted to explain ? 

Col. Your behavior cannot be explained. Have a care, sir. 
You are not only disgracing the uniform you wear, which has 
never covered any but honorable men. [Dolf makes a gesture.] 
I have not done; but you have your future, which, outside of our 
regimental connection, I had the power to advance. [Dolf 
makes a movement'] Hear me out. No man, soldier or civilian, 
has the right to trifle with a woman's good name. [Dolf begins 
to smile quietly^] The creature who steals into a girl's confidence, 
and, either from frivolity or baseness of heart, pretends a passion 
he has affected to other victims and intends to simulate to many 
more, is not fit to — [Dolf shakes with laughter.] I see you are 
moved. If I am wrong — if your intentions to this young lady 
are honorable — answer me frankly. Do you intend to marry 
her? 

Dolf. No, sir. I do not. 

Col. Well, by Jove ! [Stage r.] Is it possible ? 

Dolf. Yes. She's my wife. 

Col. [Softer.] I hope you are not playing another practical 
joke [Stage R.] on me. By Gad, sir, no more warming-pans. 

Dolf [Running to him, warmly clasps his hand.] Fred, old 
fellow,, we were friends at school and friends afterwards, and will 
be, I hope, till we die ; yet, in spite of your big fortune and my 
no fortune, let's cut dignity for a moment, while I make a confi- 
dence you'll regard as sacred. I'm married to Milly — I loved 
her to the verge of desperation. We've concealed our marriage 
because we are both as poor as a pair of foundlings. I've been 
waiting for that place you are trying to get for me through your 
father — and until I got it, or something, I never meant to tell of 
my folly. 

Col. Folly? It isn't folly. By Jove, sir, she's perfectly 
lovely. If I had been in your place I'd have married her in 
spite of everything. 

Dolf Would you ? Well, if I were in yours, I'd move heaven 
and earth to help you along. 

Col. [ Grasps his hand.] Would you ? I'll do it — trust to 
me. I'll get you a hospital, if I have to build one. [Crosses 
to L.] 

Telka and Milly enter, r. d., Paul, Mrs. Winthrop and 
Winthrop enter, r. u. e., Solomon enters at back, c. l. 

Dolf [Aside, to Col.] Do me one favor to begin now. Take 
my wife in to dinner. 
Col. With pleasure. 



38 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Solomon. Dinner is served. [Dolf and Paul go to Tel. 
and offer their arms.'] 

Paul. [To Tel.~\ May I — [Tel. gives her arm to Dolf, and 
they exeunt, c. l.] 

Col. \_To Mil.'] Ahem ! may I — [Going up stage with her.] 
I know everything, I congratulate you. [Exeunt, c. l.] 

Winthrop. [To Mrs. W] Why didn't you take the Colonel's 
arm? 

Mrs. Winthrop. Because I prefer the lieutenant. [Takes 
Paul's arm, and exeunt, c. l.] 

Win. [ Throwing up his hands.] My wife's gone, too. [Stage 
r.] The lieutenants have captured even her. [ Goes off after 
crowd, c. l.] 

Curtain. 



ACT III. 



Scene. — Boom in Bunker's. Poors r., l. and c. Window l. 
Piano and large screen near Mantel-piece. Table R. c. 
with chairs. 

Roth enters, l. u. e., trying to detain Jane. 

Both. But if you please — 

Jane. I can't stop a minute. 

Both. But I only want to ask — 

Jane. No time to answer questions. The soldiers are waiting 
for dinner. [Exits, r. 1 e.] 

Both. It's the same here as at the other houses, nobody hasn't 
got no time. They said he was at home, but I don't see anybody. 

Dolf enters, c. r., quickly. 

Dolf Who's there ? What, you again, old fellow ? 
Both. I again. 

Dolf. [r.] This is the third time. What's the matter? 
Havn't you seen the old gentleman yet ? 
Both. Yes, but I want to see you now. 
Dolf. Why, you're looking quite out of sorts. Been taking 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 29 

some of your own physic ? That's bad ; ought to have consulted 
me first. Where's your pulse ? [ Tries to get at his ivrists.] 

Roth. 'Tisn't that. Drugs won't cure me. It's a very bad 
case. [ Crosses to r.] 

Dolf [Looks at him suspiciously and turns him half round.'] 
Indeed ! who is she ? 

Roth. You guess it right off. What a splendid doctor you 
make. 

Dolf. I should think so. Now, out with it. Give me the 
name. 

Roth. It's the daughter of old Mr. Bunker. 

Dolf. Little Linda. By Jove, Mr. Apothecary, when it 
comes to taking a dose of matrimony, you mix a very pleasant 
prescription for yourself. Does she love you ? 

Roth. I can't find out. I want to get an interview with the 
old man so as to come to the daughter, but he slips me. He is 
always on the run, so that a man is dead trying to keep up with 
him. But I've come to the house again, and this time I come to 
you, and I say: what do you advise? [Sits.'] 

Dolf. I advise you to consult the young lady. Now that you 
are here, make a long visit, and if fortune is resolved to favor 
you, it will bring the lovely maiden within speaking distance. 
I'll arrange the interview, and in five minutes you complete the 
fascination. 

Roth. \_Rises.] Five minutes won't do. I should like to have 
about three-quarters of an hour. I couldn't find the words any 
sooner. [Crosses to l.] 

Dolf. The greatest orators have been gravelled on such occa- 
sions. Write it down and get it by heart. Sh ! here's the 
mother ; make a good impression on her. 

Mrs. Bunker enters, r. 

Mrs. Bunker. Pardon me, Doctor, I did not know you had 
campany. [To Roth.] Mr. Hoffmeister, I believe ? [Crosses to 
Dolf] 

Roth. [Bowing repeatedly, about to shake hands with Mrs. B., 
as she crosses to Dolf] I have the honor to catch you again. 

Dolf [To Mrs. B.] My friend is very busy. [Crosses to 
Roth.] Go to my room and get to work. [To Mrs. B.] The 
poor fellow is preparing a speech. 

Roth, [l.] Doctor! 

Dolf. [a] Upon the disturbed cerebral functions of persons 
in love ; he has called on me for assistance in developing the first 
approaches of the malady. I'm going to help him. [Crosses 
to L.] 



40 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Mrs. B. [To Roth, crosses to c] If the Doctor helps you, 
there's nothing to fear. [Smiles at Dolf, who is puzzled by her 
look.'] 

Both. [ Crosses to c] See here ! don't guy a fellow. [ Goes 
up.] 

Mrs. B. I won't disturb you a moment, gentlemen ; but I'm 
about to give some orders. One question, Doctor, would you like 
eels for dinner ? [ Giving both hands to Dolf, who crosses to c] 

Dolf. You are really too good. You're going to spoil me. 

Mrs. B. I wish you to retain the pleasantest recollections of 
our home. 

Dolf. I was never happier. Your hospitality is imprinted on 
my heart. [ Takes her hand.] I would like eels. 

Mrs. B. [ Warmly.] Fried or stewed ? [ Wrings his hands.] 

Dolf. Stewed. [ Wrings her hands.] 

Mrs. B. Sauce piquante ? 

Dolf Anyway you prepare them. [To Both.] Now then, 
Galen, we'll get up an oration that will carry your auditor by 
storm. [Exeunt, c. r.] 

Bunker enters, l. t>., with hat on, in haste. 

Bunker. Good-bye, my dear. 

Mrs. B. You are not going out again ? 

Bun. Again? Of course; I've got everything to attend to. 

Mrs. B. I must have a talk with you, and you're never 
home a minute. 

Bun. [Irritated, loud.] Now, what is it ? 

Mrs. B. Not so loud. That stupid apothecary is in there. 

Bun. Has he come again ? He sticks to me like one of his 
own leeches. If we get sick and get into his clutches, he'll not 
leave us this side of the grave. 

Mrs. B. [r.] What does he want with you ? 

Bun. I don't know. He's got the most infernal long stories 
about his childhood and the confluence of the Necker. I be- 
lieve it's a sort of harmless insanity ; don't send to his shop for 
anything, he'll poison us. Now, what do you want ? 

Mrs. B. [Sits, r.] Do sit down a moment. 

Bun. [Sits, testily.] Heavens ! Well, here I am ; what is 
it ? [Drums on table. 

Mrs. B. Do you know that Linda is eighteen ? We must 
think of her future. She has got to be married some time or 
other. 

Bun. [Starts up.] This is a pretty time to talk about that. 

Mrs. B. [Detains him.] It's the very time to talk about it. 
[He sits and drums.] You never think of the girl. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 41 

Bun. There's no hurry, somebody will come along. 

Mrs. B. I'd like to know who — leave off drumming on the 
table — there's not a decent match for her in the place. [Pro- 
duces list.'] Here's a list I made out. I had to check them off 
one by one as each became engaged. Not a soul left. Look at 
it. 

Bun. Why, it's a regular bachelor's directory. [Drums."] 

Mrs. B. Certainly. Every mother at Narragansett Pier has 
one by heart, if not in writing. Leave off drumming. So here 
it is as plain as two and two make four, that she must die an old 
maid unless some lucky accident — [Bun. rises.'] 

Bun. All right. We'll wait for the accident. It won't 
probably occur to-day. 

Mrs B. [Detains him, closing on him.] The accident has 
arrived ! 

Bun. What? 

-Mrs. B. [Smiling.] Guess who it is? 

Bun. No conundrums, my dear. I'm really busy. 

Mrs. B. Well then, it's our guest, Doctor van Tassel. 

Bun. He wants to marry her? Did he tell you? 

Mrs. B. Not exactly, but I see what I see, my eyes are sharp. 
[ Crosses to l.] 

Bun. [Rises.] Well, you keep a sharp lookout, and when 
you see anything more, let me know. [Going up l.] 

Mrs. B. [Irritated, rises.] You don't take the slightest in- 
terest in your family. 

Ban. My dear, at the proper time, I'll take the deepest in- 
terest — don't you be afraid of that. If the young man is pro- 
foundly stricken he'll see me and we'll talk about it. [Going.] 

Mrs. B. [Following.] Well, then, you havn't any objection? 

Bun. 'If he hasn't, I havn't. [Runs off, c. l.] 

Mrs. B. [Returning.] Thank heaven, that load is off my 
mind. My poor dear child will be happy. 

Linda enters, c. l. 

Linda. Mamma, Telka is here. [ Gets l.] 

Telka enters, c. l., hat in hand. 

Telka. Good morning, Mrs. Bunker. [Takes her hand and 
brings her down.] Is it yes or no ? 

Mrs. B. [r.] Yes or no to what, child? 

Tel. The Colonel is going to have music on the lawn and we 
want you to come. 



42 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Linda. Oh, mamma, do let's go. 

Mrs. B. You forget our guest, the doctor. [ Crosses to c] 

Tel. He'll come, of course. He's got to come. He'll be or- 
dered over. \_To Linda.'] Isn't he a delightful fellow? [Crosses 
to c] 

Linda. [Indifferent] Oh, he'll pass. [ Goes up to piano, l.] 

Tel. [MimiesJ] "Oh, he'll pass." He has evidently not 
made an impression. 

Mrs. B. [Aside to Tel. ~\ Sh! she won't betray herself. 

Tel. [Discreetly.'] I understand. 

Mrs. B. [Same.] Try to draw her out. [Finger to lips, 
mysteriously, aloud.] I know you two children have a great deal 
to say to each other. [Aside to Tel.] Be cautious. 

Tel. [Same.] I'll get it out of her in five minutes. [Mrs. B. 
nods, tvinks and exits, R.] 

Linda. [Bringing down Tel. hurriedly.] Telka, I've some- 
thing to confide in you. 

Tel, Ah ! [ Aside.] She's going to let it out herself. 

Linda. Do you remember our discussion about love at first 
sight ? 

Tel. [Breathlessly.] Yes! 

Linda. You were right. There is such a thing. 

Tel. How did you find it out? 

Linda. By experience. Everything happened as you de- 
scribed. Instantaneous fever — electric shocks — a feeling that 
we had known each other for years. 

Tel. Who is he? 

Linda, I wouldn't dare to tell you. 

Tel. It don't matter, for I've changed my mind. Love at 
first sight is all stuff. [ Crosses to l.] 

Linda. [Astonished,] What? 

Tel. I have investigated the subject in the cold light of reason, 
and have come to the conclusion that the whole thing is imagin- 
ary. It's a beautiful dream from which we wake — in the dark. 

Linda. But it was you who insisted — 

Tel. I was dreaming. Now I know better. There is nothing 
at firft sight [Tragically seizes her arm,] but hatred! 

Linda. [Shrinking.] Telka! 

Tel. [Maintaining her grasp and excited.] Linda, I must tell 
you all or my heart will burst. There, is some one in our house 
— I hate him. [Crosses to r.] 

Linda. Not the Colonel? 

Tel. [Laughing bitterly.] The Colonel? No! A little, paltry, 
insignificant subordinate — he'll never be a colonel, he hasn't got 
the heart nor the brains, nor the push. If you only knew 
[Crosses to l.] how that man has behaved to me. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 43 

Linda. [Takes her hand.'] Confide in me. 

Tel. I detested him from the first, and of course I showed it 
plainly; well, he, instead of becoming attentive and trying to 
overcome my dislike by a profusion of graceful courtesies — what 
do you think he did? He avoided me. 

Linda. Is it possible? 

Tel. He cuts me dead and is courting Milly. But if he 
thinks I care, he's mistaken. I'll punish him. [Crosses to r.] 
I'll make him feel so small that he'll go down on his knees yet to 
me, and I'll laugh in his face. 

Linda. Quite proper. But how will you do it? 

Tel. Oh, I don't know ; but I'm quite sure nothing is easier. 
I've begun already. [Coming to her.] I had a bouquet placed 
in his room. When he came out I met him with the most lan- 
guishing glances. My object is to persuade him that I'm desper- 
ately smitten. I had my first triumph this afternoon. He asked 
me what was my favorite uniform. I said yellow. His is white, 
you know. Then he inquired which was my favorite regiment. 
I told him the 99th. His is the 77th, you know. You ought 
to have seen his expression. He became purple with suppressed 
feeling. 

Linda. Where did you learn such deception? 

Tel. At school, of course. [ Crosses to L.] I got it before I 
w T as half through moral philosophy. 

Linda. [Gushingly.] But Telka, think how dreadful if he 
should really fall in love and propose. 

Tel. [Triumphantly.] Oh, if he only would. That's what 
I'm working for. I'd make him remember that proposal if he 
lived to be a thousand years old. You don't know how I detest 
that man. [Crosses to r.] 

Dolf enters, c. r. 

Dolj. Excuse me, ladies, I — I— think I left a book some- 
where. [Goes to piano, l., and beckons to Linda, unperceived by 
Tel. Linda goes to him.] A friend of mine in the apothecary 
business lent it to me. 

Linda. [Nods, looks back at Tel. quickly.] Shall I help you 
look for it ? [ Crosses c. up to Dolf.] 

Tel. [Aside.] They understand each other. " Oh, he'll pass," 
will he? It's too transparent. [Watches them, takes stage r.] 

Dolf. [Aside to Linda.] There's some one in my room who 
wants to speak to you on a very important subject; can you guess 
who it is? 

Linda. [Same.] The little apothecary. 



44 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Dolf. Be kind to him. Give him a hearing. 

Linda. [ Crosses to c] Thank you. [Comes to Tel., confused, .] 
Dear Telka, I have a favor to ask of you, but I don't know ex- 
actly how to do it. 

Tel. [r.] I'll help you. You want me to go away. 

Linda. You won't be angry? 

Tel. Certainly not. 

Linda. Somebody has something important to tell me. 

Tel. [Glances at Dolf. ] So I should imagine. 

Linda. I really don't know what it can be. 

Tel. Indeed! [Loud and pointedly.'] Perhaps the book 
you are looking for is in your mamma's room. I'll go and see. 
[Maliciously.] Don't be vexed if it takes me some time to find 
it. I'll be as long as I can. [Exits, r. d., laughing.] 

Dolf. [Crosses to R. and turns back.] One word. Give him 
time — plenty of time; he's in a dreadful state. [Goes to c. l. 
and calls.] Ahem ! [Linda goes up r.] 

Koth enters, trembling, c. l. 

Dolf. [ Aside to him.] There she is, all alone ; you're perfectly 
safe, the other young lady has gone to keep mamma out of the 
way. I'll stand guard at the window and watch the front door. 
If any one comes, I'll give the signal with my handkerchief. 

Both. My heart's in my diaphragm. 

Dolf. Take a pill or something. You must carry a few bo- 
luses about you. 

Roth. [Feels his throat] Now its creeping up to my pharynx. 

Dolf. [Slapping him on back.] Swallow it, and speak out 
boldly. Kemember, I'm blind and deaf. [ Crosses to l.] Watch 
the handkerchief. [ Goes to window and looks out.] It's a re- 
markably fine day. 

Roth. [Timidly clears his throat— pulls at the legs of his panta- 
loons to straighten them, looks towards Dolf for aid, heaving sigh.] 
Hem ! hem ! 

Linda. [Tarns innocently.] Ahem! ahem! [Pause.] Oh, 
is it you, Mr. HofFmeister ? How you startled me. 

Roth. I beg you will pardon the liberty — 

Linda. [Sits.] Won't you be seated ? 

Roth. If you permit — [Aside, as he drops in chair.] My legs 
are all gone. [To Linda.] I — 

Linda. You — 

Roth. No, I don't. You— 

Linda. I — 

Dolf. [ Aside.] The conversation don't seem to be very lively. 
[ Clock strikes six.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 45 

Roth. Wasn't that six ? 

Linda. Was it ? 

Roth. [Drawing nearer.'] Do you remember the first time I 
saw you — when you came into my shop and asked for a glass of 
soda water — vanilla flavor — with plenty of cream? Do you 
recollect what o'clock it was ? 

Dolf. [Aside. Leans out at window.] Pie's getting along. 

Linda. It was somewhere about twelve, wasn't it ? 

Roth. [Leaning over nearer.] It was a quarter past eleven of 
the happiest day of my life. [Their heads touch, and they start 
back.] 

Linda. How accurate you are. 

Roth. I went home, and at twenty minutes past twelve I fin- 
ished a poem. [Puts on spectacles — takes paper from pocket] 
Here — no, that's a recipe for the mumps. Here — no, that's my 
washing bill from the Chinese laundry. Ah, here it is. [Reads.] 

Once upon a midnight windy, 
I dreamed a dream of little Lindy, 
I thought as gazing from my winder 
Across the street I saw dear Linder — 
My heart was burnt into a cinder, 
As — as — Oh, Miss Linder. 

Linda. Do you write many poems ? 

Roth. No, not as a general thing, but I felt so sick — I mean 
— so bad — when I put my hand in my pocket, I found one of 
your gloves, that I must have brought away without knowing. I 
laid it on the table before me, and then I commenced to think of 
the other. 

Linda. Of the other glove ? 

Roth. Yes — and the thought came into my mind, that two 
and two makes a pair — no, I mean that one and one makes a pair. 

Linda. I have the other one. 

Roth. Yes, and I have the tother one. [Aside, wiping his 
forehead.] Now I don't know how to go any further ! [Dolf 
shakes handkerchief violently behind his back.] 

Roth. [Sees the signal and jumps up.] Good heavens ! 

Linda. [Rising — alarmed.] What is the matter ? 

Roth. He gives the sign. Some one is coming, and I havn't 
told you. 

Linda, [r.] Told me what ? 

Roth. [ With a burst] That I love you. 

Linda. [Averts her face.] Oh! [Stage, r.] 

Roth [Following her.] Oh, please don't be angry. I wouldn't 
make you angry for anything. Only he's shaking his handker- 



46 THE PASSING EEGIMENT. 

chief all the time. That is — yes, I want you to know I love you, 
even if I died the next minute. Do speak to me. [Takes her 
hand — sings.] " Oh, speak to me." [Kneels.'] 

Linda. [Head averted.] I can't speak. 

Roth. [Draws her to him.] And I can't speak. [Suddenly 
springs up and hugs her. Dolf suddenly turns.] 

Dolf. [Closes window, advances to Both, swings him round, as 
he does so, Roth catches the end of a long bow that Linda wears 
round her neck, and drags it off — turns round upon Dolf, embraces 
him, and is lifted on to the table, his feet on chair. He kisses the 
ribbon frantically.] I might shake forever. Good heavens! Be- 
have yourselves ! Here's one of the fellows coming. He's just 
at the door. 

Linda. What a pity, just at this moment. [Runs off, r. d.] 

Both. [ Calls after her.] I'll speak to your father and mother, 
this very day. 

Dolf [Restraining him] Stop ! That'll do. # 

Both. [ Clasps him in his arms.] I must hug something or 
somebody. 

Sydam enters, c. 

Sydam. I'm afraid I'm spoiling a tender scene. 

Dolf. [a] Not at all. [Introducing.] ■ An old chum at the 
medical college, and now established as head apothecary of this 
flourishing village. 

Syd. Charmed! Doctor and druggist? We only want the 
undertaker. [Fixes himself at mirror, takes out brushes to do his 
back hair.] 

Roth, [To Dolf, going up c] Now I'll go home, put on my 
claw-hammer coat, come back, and speak to her father. 

Dolf All right, Galen. 

Roth. Good-bye. [Hugs him, shakes his hands, then runs to 
Syd., stops, dodges around him, grasps his hands with the brushes, 
shakes them and runs out, leaving Syd. astonished. As Both goes 
off, Scipio enters, Roth hugs him and runs off, c. l.] 

Syd. [ Turns to Dolf] Got anybody with you ? 

Dolf. No. 

Syd. Before Dexter drops in on us, I want to talk to you 
[Brushing hair.] It's in the strictest confidence, all among the 
boys, you know. I say — you know — I've been acting in the sil- 
liest kind of manner — I've fallen in love, you know. 

Dolf. Nonsense. 

Syd. [Serious.] It is nonsense, but what's to be done ? 

Dolf [Shrugs his shoulders.] I really can't say. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 47 

Syd. You must look seriously at the matter, because it's no 
joke. 

Dolf. [r.] Indeed! [J.sicfe.] The second serious case to- 
day. [ Crosses to c] 

Syd. The young person lives in the house where the colonel 
stops. 

Dolf. [Alarmed.] Hey? What's that ? 

Syd. She's a young Russian. 

Dolf. [Believed.'] Oh, Telka — I know her. [ Crosses to L.] 

Syd. [Seated in rocking-chair.] Then, of course, you under- 
stand I couldn't help it. 

Dolf. [l.] Of course not. 

Syd. When my condition became clear to my own mind, I 
began to proceed in a straightforward manner. You know the 
companion — Miss Milly, or Millicent, I think. 

Dolf. I believe I do. 

Syd. Nice sort of girl. To get in her confidence I paid her 
particular attention. You know how well I do that sort of thing ; 
but she didn't respond — seems to be somewhat limited. [Taps 
forehead.] 

Dolf. Poor thing. 

Syd. I managed to learn, however, that my charmer hasn't a 
dollar. But that's immaterial ; I haven't a dollar ; but my gov- 
ernor's always at me to settle down, and when I settle on a young 
lady, of course he'll settle on me — that is, if she'll agree to settle, 
too. 

Dolf. Then it's plain sailing. 

Syd. Not exactly ; for I've got to propose twice — first to her, 
and then to her papa. 

Dolf. All quite regular, I don't see what I can do. [ Crosses 
to R.] You don't want me to ask the young lady, do you ? 

Syd. No, as soon as I'm alone with her, I can manage that ; 
but there's the other — her father, you know. It seems the old 
gentleman, for some unaccountable reason, is a Russian, and 
lives in Russia, in a gold mine or coal mine, or somewhere. 
Nobody knows his designs with respect to his daughter ; he may 
object to a foreigner. 

Dolf. Then why not communicate with him before you pro- 
pose? 

Syd. It takes such a deuce of a time — just think — Russia ! 

Dolf. Why not cable ? 

Syd. Cable? 

Dolf. Something in this style : " An American gentleman of 
good family, respectfully asks your permission to propose for the 
hand of your daughter." Signed " Thorpe Sydam, Captain, etc." 



48 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

There you are, straightforward and sensible. That will please 
him. 

Syd. I'll do it. [Rises.] Couldn't we add, " of pleasing ap- 
pearance." Only three words more, it won't cost much ? 

Dolj. If you think it necessary. 

Syd. I suppose, though, he'd infer that. 

Dolj. I don't think it would haye any weight. Would you 
like to write the dispatch now ? 

Syd. [l.] ' Can I use your room ? 

Dolj. Certainly. 

Paul Dexter enters, c. l. 

Paul. Morning, doctor. [To Syd.~] Are you off? 

Syd. Only to send a telegram. [Going, c] Ajdwjios, doc- 
tor, don't say anything about it. Though you needn't mind 
Dexter, he knows my secrets, all the same among the boys, and 
he's one of us. [Exits, c. e.] 

Dolj. [Motions with head towards Syd.'s exit.] He's is love 
again. 

Paul. [Sits, l.] I know it. Curious. But he's a good fel- 
low, spite of these little weaknesses; I wish him joy with his 
pretty Russian. 

Dolj. Don't you like her ? 

Paid. Oh, yes. Charming creature, she excites my sincerest 
pity. [ Crosses to R.] 

Dolj. [Aside, watching him.'] Does she? This is patient No. 
3, or I'm much mistaken. 

Paul. She's an April beauty — sunshine, hailstorms, blue sky 
and thunder. 

Dolj. Girlish humors. 

Paul. Save me from such humors. I tell you, Van Tassel, 
she's either an overgrown child or a practiced coquette. 

Dolj. Oh, you're on a war footing with her. 

Paul. No open declaration yet ; preliminary strategy only. 
She's manceuvering to take me captive and chain me to her 
triumphal car. She never made a worse mistake. If she wants 
to play with me, she has selected the wrong man; I can be very 
obstinate at times. 

Sydam enters, c. r. 

Sydam. I took the liberty of sending your boy to the tele- 
graph office. By the way — I hope the old gentleman will find 
somebody to translate the message. Ah ! here come the ladies. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 49 

Telka and Linda enter, r. d., the young men bow — general 
greeting. Telka has a roll of music. 

Telka. [Aside to Linda.'] Now, Linda, remember what *I 
just told you. You'll see that these young military persons are 
all only too anxious to play the cavalier to a lady to need any 
incentive of reward. 

8yd. [Advances to them.] Well, ladies, can I serve you. 
Consider me at your orders. Command me. 

Tel. [Looks at Paid, then turns away.~\ The others are silent. 
Did you notice those lovely flowers, Linda, growing on the island 
opposite. I'd give anything for a bunch of them for the ball to- 
night. I have it. I offer a prize, my first waltz to-night, to the 
gentleman who will row across and get me some of those wild 
roses. [To Paid.~] Is the reward not sufficient, Mr. Dexter? 
[Crosses to him.] 

Paul. [Polite, but cold.] It is too great, Miss Telka, I am 
quite ready to get you the roses, but I must renounce the prize. 
I don't dance. 

Tel. [Suppressed anger.] You do not dance ? 

Paul. Not this evening. [ Up c, talks to Dolf] 

Syd. But I dance, I'm found of dancing — and I don't dance 
half badly, I'll bring the roses. [Goes up.] 

Linda. Can you row ? 

Syd. Like a boatman. 

Linda. But if — can you swim ? 

Syd. Like a fish. [Exits, c. l.] 

Dolf. [Aside to Paul.] He can't do either. He'll be 
drowned. 

Tel. [ Who has been looking at Paul, aside to Linda.] Did 
you hear that man ? 

Linda. It was not very gallant. 

Tel. [Crosses to piano.] Outrageous! But wait. 

Mrs. Bunker enters, r. d. Dolf goes to meet her and comes 

down. 

Mrs. Bunker. Doctor ! [Aside.] I'll encourage him to 
speak. Linda has told me nothing — but a mother's eyes are 
sharp. 

Dolf. What, you know ? 

Mrs. B. I believe I know everything. 

Dolf. And you give your consent ? 

Mrs. B. With all my heart, I am sure my daughter will be 
happy. 

4 



50 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Dolj. I can promise that. 

Mrs. B. I don't know why I took such a fancy to you from 
the first. I could fold you to my heart like a son. 
. Dolj. [Astonished.] My dear madam. [ Crosses to r., Linda 
comes down r] 

Mrs. B. Not before these people, of course. By and by. 
[ Goes up.~] 

Dolj. What a demonstrative parent. If she folds me to her 
heart for helping on the match, what'll she do to Hoffmeister ? 
[ Goes to Lmda, r.] 

Tel. [At piano, L., leaning on jorward end. To Paul.] I 
saw your horses to-day — the black is a splendid animal. [Mrs. 
B. observes Dolj and Linda.'] 

Paul. Very kind, I'm sure. 

Tel. Do you know I've the greatest desire to try him. 

Paul. He's at your service, but permit me to warn you — 

Tel. [Resolutely. ~\ I know how to handle the reins ; there's 
nothing I can't manage. 

Paul. Perhaps. But you don't know this animal. [ Crosses 
to c] He needs a steady grip. Whimsical management — chang- 
ing from candy to lashes — will make him vicious; he might 
throw you. 

Tel. That would be exceedingly impolite. 

Paul. But it would show the mettle of the beast. [Turns to 
Linda and converses with her.] 

Tel. [Looks ajter him indignantly.] He leaves me again and 
goes to her ; this is really too much, I could cry with vexation. 
[Rises and goes to ivindow.] 

Mrs. B. [ Observing Paul. Aside.] I wish he wouldn't in- 
trude on the dear children's happiness. 

Tel. [Dries her tears resolutely.] No, I will not cry ; I'll 
have an understanding at any price. [To Paul, with jorced po- 
liteness.] Mr. Dexter. 

Paul. [Politely.] At your service. [Bows to Linda and gdes 
to Tel.] 

Tel. Mr. Dexter, let us be open and honest. You are angry 
with me. 

Paul. I? 

Tel. Don't deny it. This morning you wanted to accompany 
my song, I refused. You were offended, but I could not help it. 
I was nervous and had a headache. 

Paul. No apology is required. 

Tel. Well, I have the song here; will you accompany me, 
now? 

Paul. [Politely.] Pardon me. I have a headache, now. 
[Tel. crushes the music in her hands.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 51 

Linda. [Goes to Tel.~\ Becalm. 

Tel. \_Furious.~] I am ready now for anything desperate. 

Bunker enters, hurriedly, c. 

Bunker. A nice mess. See here, all you ; here's one of the 
officers has fallen overboard. [All excitement.'] 

All. [Startled.] An officer — who — who — who is it ? 

Bun. He was rowing across the river. 

Tel. [Starts.] Mr. Sydam? 

Mrs. B. Is he drowned ? 

Bun. Not exactly, but he's so wet that he won't be dry in a 
week. 

Dolf. [Crosses to him.] Where is he? 

Bun. In my room. I sent him some of my own clothes, 
they were dryer than his. 

JDolf. I'll go to him at once. ) Together. Exeunt hur- 

Paul I'll send him my servant, j riedly, c. l. 

Mrs. B. How did it happen ? 

Bun. No matter about that, now. Go and make some tea, 
boiling hot. 

Linda. [Running off, R. d.] I'll do it. 

Tel. I'll go with you. [Exeunt, r. v.] 

Mrs. B. What a shocking accident ! [Exits, R. d.] 

Bun. I hope my clothes will fit him. 

Buns up hastily and almost upsets Roth, who enters, c. l., in full 
dress, white kids, etc 

Roth, [l.] Mr. Bunker, I have the honor to wish you good 
morning. 

Bun. [r.] Heavens ! Here's that apothecary again. 

Roth. [Solemnly.] Honored sir, and arbiter of my destinies, 
I come to you with a swelling heart. What I am about to say — 

Bun. [r.] There's no getting rid of him. 

Roth. What I am about to say will scarcely surprise you, 
when you glance at my festive attire. From my earliest child- 
hood — 

Bun. [Turning away.] I really have no time, at present. 

Roth. But you must listen to me. From my earliest child- 
hood — 

Bun. [ Going, aside.] He'll never get out of the cradle. Very 
sorry. [Aside.] Confound his impudence. [Exits, c. l.] 

Roth. It is strange. This man never has time. But here is 
the mother. 



OZ THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Mes. Bunker enters, r. d, with tea-kettle, and is crossing, when 
Roth waylays her. 

Both. Honored lady ! Animated by — 
Mrs. Bunker. Oh, it's you. 
Both. I bring you a swelling heart. 

Mrs. B. Which is best to give a drowned man, spirits or 
chamomile tea ? 

Both. A drowned man ? Chamomile tea ? 

Mrs. B. Thanks. I thought so. [Exits, quickly, c. l.] 

Both. I guess I've come at another bad time. 

Dolf enters, and speaks back, c. e. 

Dolf. I'll attend to it. 

Both, [r.] Thank goodness you arrive. What is the matter 
with the parents ? 

Dolf. Here, make yourself useful — run and tell them to get 
out a wagon. [Hurries Both up.~] 

Both. Yes, but I'd like to know. 

Dolf. No time — no time- — run as quick as your legs can carry 
you. [Goes back to door.~\ 

Both. Nobody has no time — I can never get a word in. 
[Exits, c. l.] 

Dolf. [At door.~] Come in, old boy, no one here. [Comes 
down, l.] 

Sydam. [Butting in head, c. R.] Are you sure ? I wouldn't 
like to show off in this costume. 

Dolf [l. c] Of course not. Come in. 

Sydam enters, c. l. — wears trowsers too large and too short. 
Coat too large and too long. - Vest too loose and too long. Hair 
straight and wet; ivearing very large sli}ipers and an eye-glass. 
Looks down at himself. 

Sydam. Awful, isn't it. 

Dolf. [l.] Not too awful, just awful enough. 

Syd. It's all the same among the boys, but I wouldn't like 
any one else to see me in this rig. 

Dolf. Why not? Just the least' bit of a misfit. [Crosses 
to L.] 

Syd. [At mirror.] I generally look as well in civilian dress 
as in uniform, but it seems to me that the man must have an ex- 
traordinary figure ; his clothes are too short, too long, too tight 
and too loose all at once. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 53 

Dolf. How did you fall overboard ? 

Syd. [Steps to mantel and examines bottles, gets perfume and 
sprinkles on his clothes — advances.] The confounded thing was 
going very well, and I was pulling like the deuce, when I 
grounded on a mud-bank. I got up to shove her off — leaned too 
heavily on the oar — it stuck in the mud— the boat shot out ten 
feet and left me in the water. 

Dolf. It wasn't very deep, then ? 

Syd. The mud was, and I was wrong end up in it. 

Dolf. But you feel generally well now ? 

Syd. [Hand to waist. ~\ There's a sense of fulness here. 

Dolf. Swallowed a lot of water ? Not used to it. I'll fetch 
you some peppermint. 

Syd. Anything. Nothing can taste worse. 

Dolf. They'll have a wagon here, directly, to take you home. 
[Goes out, c. r.] 

Syd. [Takes flowers out of his pocket] I got her the roses. Saved 
them from the wreck. They are slightly demoralized, but they'll 
soon recover. I'll deposit them here. [Goes to table, and puis 
them in vase.] 

Telka enters, r. d., with sm.all tray and cup of tea — does not 
perceive him. 

Telka. Here is the tea. Here it is. 

Syd. Good gracious ! [Jumps behind screen.~\ 

Tel. Here's your tea. [Puts tea on table, turns to look for 
him, and sees his head above screen.] Mr. Sydam, what are you 
doing there? 

Syd. [ Glass in eye, edging away to c. and l. c] Nothing. 

Tel. Then come out and drink your tea. 

Syd. [a] It's quite pleasant here. 

Tel. You're playing hide and seek with me. 

Syd. No, but I beg to be allowed to bloom in retirement, like 
the violet. The fact is, I've got on the good old gentleman's fa- 
tigue dress, and look slightly ridiculous. 

Tel. A man of sense ought to be above such trifling consider- 
ations. 

Syd. Of course, especially before a woman of sense. But I 
can't rise to the occasion. 

Tel. Don't you want the tea. 

Syd. I'm going to have some peppermint in a minute. 

Tel. [r.] I will make you a proposition. I'll sit here [Sits 
in rocker], and turn my back — there. Now be sensible, and drink 
your. tea. 



54 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Syd. [ Comes down to table, holds the back of her chair, to pre- 
vent her turning round.~\ Very good, but you mustn't look. 

Tel. I shall never forgive myself; it was my childish whim 
that caused your mishap. 

Syd. I am only too happy at having won the prize which you 
set upon these flowers; may I lay them at your feet? [Stands 
behind her chair, and hands roses over her shoulder. She is about 
to turn."] Don't look ! [Holds her chair firmly, .] 

Tel. [Looking at roses.~\ This is really touching. 

Syd. [Aside.] She seems to be touched. [Fixes his hair.] 
Perhaps this is the time to speak. [Aloud .] Do you know that 
your goodness encourages me to make a confession ? 

Tel. Indeed ! How interesting ! Have you drunk your tea ? 

Syd. No, but I will. [Takes cup up.~\ It often happens that 
in moments of danger, all that was confused and uncertain in 
one's mind, becomes suddenly clear and distinct, like — like a dark 
landscape lit by a flash of lightning. That is what happened to 
me when I felt myself going over. 

Tel. What struck you at that moment ? 

Syd. [The cup is hot, and he changes it from hand to hand. 
Draws out large cotton handkerchief.] I felt — [Stuffs handker- 
chief back hastily.] I felt — I felt — my whole life growing to one 
point — all my thoughts centering in one idea — all my senses 
wrought to one perception — this was that I loved — that I loved 
passionately — madly — a being I saw before me, as I see her now — 

Tel. [ Turns unconsciously.] You loved me ? [She no sooner 
sees him than she begins to laugh, and in spite of all her exertions, 
bursts into uncontrollable mirth,] 

Syd. [Dropping cup and saucer, and dodging behind screen.] 
I knew it ! The moment she saw me I was lost. 

Mr. and Mrs. Bunker and Linda appear, c, and laugh at the 
tableau; between the two fires, Syd am dodges, placing his 
screen so as to hide himself from either. 



Quick Curtain 






THE PASSING REGIMENT. 55 

ACT IV. 



Scene. — Justice Winthrop 's grounds. A summer-house at r., 
with large window, and bench under it, also a door with steps 
leading tp same. Shrubbery and bench c, statue of Cupid 
with bow and arrow behind bench. View of 'park at back. 
Color- guard and maid servants looking on at back. Dance: 
Military Schottische introduced. After the dance all exeunt. 

Solomon enters from summer-house, r., Sophie enters with tray of 
refreshments from l. 2 e. 

Solomon. Here you come at last. You're wanted everywhere. 

Sophie. Well, I can't be everywhere at once. 

Sol. You'd be a little more useful if you didn't stop every 
minute to gape at the soldiers. 

Sophie. I'm sure when people pay one the compliment of 
looking at one, one may look back. [Exits, R. u. e.] 

Sol. [ Closes summer-house door.'] There ain't a woman in the 
place but what's gone crazy since that regiment's come to town. 

Winthrop enters, l. u. e. 

Winthrop. What are you doing there, Solomon ? 

Sol. [Points to summer-house.'] I have just put the fireworks 
in the summer-house, sir. I thought they'd be safer there. Where 
are we going to set off the balloons, sir ? 

Win. Fireworks? Balloons? Do you want to burn my 
house down ? 

Sol. Mrs. Winthrop ordered them, sir. 

Win. [Mollified.] Oh ! Well, I'll consult with her about it. 
If she forgets them, don't you remind her' 

Sol. Shall we hang any lanterns here, sir ? 

Win. No ; nobody comes here after dark. Keep them all 
near the house. 

Sol. All right, sir. [Exits, l. u. e.] 

Mrs. Winthrop. [Outside, calling in distance.] Dar-ling! 
where are you? 

Win. [Ansivering.] Here I am ! with Cupid. 

Mrs. Winthrop enters, r. 2 e. 
Mrs. Winthrop. I've been looking for you everywhere. Oh, 



56 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

there you are ! Have you thought about the baud ? They must 
have some refreshments, and there actually seems to be a thousand 
of them. 

Win. [l.] I've attended to that. The sandwiches have come 
up in two wagons. 

Mrs. W. [r.] It was really very kind of the Colonel to have 
the regimental band play for us. , 

Win. Very. They've attracted the whole population. No- 
thing is wanted but a sign up, "Ball and concert this evening; 
admission free," and we'll have standing room only. 
• Mrs. W. But I only invited our most intimate friends. 

Win. The town has invited itself. Where is Telka ? 

Mrs. W. Somewhere in the garden, I suppose. 

Win. AndMilly? 

Mrs. W. [Testily ~\ I don't know. [Crosses to r.] 

Win. [Sighs.'] I may as well be satisfied. 

Mrs. W. You're a perfect fidget about those girls. 

Win. Because I never get a sight of them any more. It was 
by mere accident that I saw Telka this afternoon as she came 
galloping up with the lieutenant. 

Mrs. W. But the Colonel was galloping with them. 

Win. I know it, they nearly ran over me. 

Colonel enters, r.'tt. e., with Telka on his arm, in lively 
conversation. 

Colonel. My dear Mr. Winthrop, the ladies have been kind 
enough to show me over the park ; you have a beautiful place. 
Everything to make a man happy. 

Win. [e. c] Yes, nothing is wanting. I was just remark- 
ing to my w T ife — 

Mrs. W. [Interrupting him.'] The music and uniforms make 
a lovely picture. 

Win. Yes, it quite gives you the idea of a camp. 

Paul enters, l. 2 e., on duty. 

Col. [Crosses to Paul] Wherever the soldiers are they make 
things lively. [ To Paul.] Have you anything for me, Dexter ? 

Paul. Report, sir. [ Gives paiperT] 

Col. [ Glances at it, brings Paul down.] Very well. Is the 
bivouac attended to ? 

Paul. Yes, sir. 

Col. I'll inform you when we make the rounds. 

Paul. Any further orders, 'Colonel ? 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 57 

Col. [Aside to him.'] Yes, I have a rather delicate mission 
for you, my dear Dexter. I notice that our host evinces a par- 
ticular concern about his niece, the young Kussian lady. 

Paul. I've noticed it, too. 

Col. I wish the young officers would not pay her too marked 
attention. If you could use some tact in the matter — you under- 
stand — hint to them my desire — do it without letting the young 
lady know. 

Paul. I'll do my best, Colonel. 

Col. It would oblige me greatly. [Paul salutes and goes off, 
l. 2 E.] 

Telka. [Coming down, sits r.] This is my favorite spot, Col- 
onel, of which I told you. There is the summer-house, where I 
waste paper and pencil in my leisure hours. 

Col. Very charming, but, for a young lady, quite as danger- 
ous as romantic. 

Enter Bunker and Mrs. Bunker, Linda and Dolf. They greet 
Win. and Mrs. W., l. 2 E. 

Tel. Dangerous? Why? 

Col. [Points to statue.'] Are you not afraid of Cupid ? There 
he stands, arrow in hand. 

Tel. [Saunters round to l. h.] But he never hits the mark. 

Col. He might — by accident. [The groups mingle. Col. 
gives Mrs. W. his arm, exeunt, r. u. e.] 

Dolf. [Coming down with Linda.] Trust to me. I'll manage 
to get him a chance to speak to you. 

Linda, [r.] But he's not invited. 

Dolf. No matter; he'll slip in with the crowd, and I'll ar- 
range the' rest. 

Linda. You are so kind ; if I could only do you a favor. 

Dolf. Would you? Then tell Miss Milly that I shall be 
walking presently under the trees near the pond. 

Linda. I understand. 

Dolf. Hush! Discretion! [They go up.] 

Mrs. Bunker. [ Observing Dolf and Linda.] Look at them ! 

Bunker. Who ? where ? what is it ? 

Mrs. B. The Doctor and Linda — how happy they seem. Has 
he spoken to you ? [Dolf exits.] 

Bun. Not yet. 

Mrs. B. I don't understand it. And he's going away to- 
morrow ; perhaps he's too timid. How can I ask him, if he 
would like to marry my daughter ? 

Bun. Have you no regard for her ? 



58 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Mrs.- B. Yes, and for that reason I can't throw her at his 
head. [ They go up. Tel. comes down with Linda ; they have 
been talking together .] 

Linda. [Frightened. ,] But Telka ! 

Tel. Don't speak to me. I know it's not right. \_Crosses 
to L.] 

Linda. You have actually written to him yourself? 

Tel. Anonymously and in a disguised hand. 

Linda. A rendezvous ? [Looks round frightened.'] Do you 
think he'll come? 

Tel. I hope so. 

Linda. I trust it will end well, but I fear you will repent it. 

Tel. [ With energy, follows her.] Have no fear ; my only pur- 
pose is to punish him. 

Sydam enters, l. u. e., greets Bun. and Mrs. B., and comes down 

with them. 

Mrs. B. So you caught cold after all. 

Sydam. [A little croupy and feeling his throat.'] Only a little 
hoarse. 

Tel. I am honestly sorry, Mr. Sydam. 

Syd. [ Crosses to Tel.] The Doctor ordered me to go home 
after that last dance, but I had to offer my excuses personally 
about that waltz. 

Tel. [Advances to him.] So you will not stay any longer? 

Syd. No. I have no heart for dancing or music now. [ Ob- 
serves Bunker occasionally through his glass, then shakes his head 
and aside.] Strange ! That man wears the oddest clothes I ever 
saw. 

Tel. [l.] It seems to me that you are becoming very senti- 
mental. 

Syd. Yes, I noticed it too. [ Observes Bun.] 

Tel. [To Linda.] This is the second rebuff to-day. They 
are all in a conspiracy to treat me as if I were a child. [ Goes 
up with Linda, is joined by Bun. and exeunt, r. 3 e.] 

Syd. [ To himself, r.] Commenced my epitaph after dinner. 
It'll read well : " Cut off in the flower of his youth as he was 
cutting a flower for beauty." 

Bun. [Having noticed Syd.'s looks, inspects himself, going up 
turns to speak to Syd.] Is there anything wrong, Mr. Sydam? 
You seem to look at me very earnestly. 

Syd. I was wondering why your clothes fitted me so abomi- 
nably. You don't look so ridiculous in them. 

Bun. [Swelling out, complaisantly.] That's because my figure 
is better than yours. [Exits, l. u. e.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 59 

Syd. He thinks that a good joke. I can't enjoy it. I'm not 
in the humor. [Stage l.] 

Dolf enters, r. u. e. 

Dolf. What, you here? Go home, take a hot milk punch 
and we'll have your bronchial tubes all right in the morning. 

Syd. [l.] Tubes are all right — the trouble is here. [Hand 
on heart.'] I'm doomed. [Drops into seat, c] 

Dolf. Have you got the mitten? 

Syd. [l. c] It amounts to the same thing. She doesn't 
love me. Those infernal clothes did it. 

Dolf. [l.] Can't you stand a little laugh? 

Syd. From the boys ; yes it's all right among the boys. But 
when the girl you're in love with goes into hysterics at your 
personal appearance, you are — in short — done for. I've given 
her up. 

Dolf Very sensible. 

Syd. But that's not the end of it. You recollect, I cabled to 
the old man ; now suppose he wires us back his blessing ? That 
would make me more ridiculous than ever, you know ? I should 
be in for it and she'd be out of it. 

Dolf. When the answer comes we'll find a way to get out of 
it too; meanwhile let no one suspect, and act the amiable in 
your usual delightful manner. 

Syd. Delightful? With a voice like a frog's. [Exits, l. 2 e.] 

Scipio enters with military cloak and fatigue eap, l. u. e. 

Scipio. Report myself, doctor, everything attended to. 
Dolf. 'Very good, wait here. [Goes up and beckons off, L.] 
Come along, no one is here. Pluck up spirit, take heart. 

Roth enters, l. u. e., in evening dress, as in last act. 

Roth. Think what my position is. Not invited ! If they 
see me, they'll show me over the fence, quick. 

Dolf. I've provided for that. [To Scipio.] Give me the 
things. 

Both. What have you got? 

Dolf. Take off your helmet. [Points to Roth's high hat.] 
And put these on. [Taking cloak and helmet from Scipio.] No 
one will know you in the dark. 

Both. Then Miss Linda, she won't know me — then I came 
for nothing. [ To Scipio.] You take care of that hat. 



60 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Seipio. All right, sir. [Exits, l. u. e.] 

Dolf. I intend to lead you by a lonely path, round the house 
and into the conservatory. There you will sit down patiently 
until I can give her the information. It may be several hours, 
but you won't mind that. 

Roth. Give her the information right away, so she can sit 
down several hours with me. You don't know all I've got to 
tell that girl. 

Sophie enters with tray. Eoth shrinks close to Dolf. 

Sophie. Will you help yourself, sir? 

Dolf. [Aside to Both. 7 ] Straighten up or you'll be discovered. 
Assume a military air. Take some ice cream. 

Roth. So, no. I'm all cold now, inside. 

Dolf. The girl's looking at you. Be a soldier. Helj) your- 
self to a glass of wine. Avert suspicion. 

Both. [Eagerly.'] Wine! [Turns to tray and swallows tiro 
glassful -s rapidly.] 

Dolf. That's very good, but don't take too much. 

Bath. That makes me feel better. Xow I can do it. [Cods 
hat on side, winks at Sophie, takes another glass, chucks her under 
the chin and is violently carried off by Dolf, l. 2 e.] 

Sophie. He's a real soldier. I bet he's been in the regular 
army. You can tell it by his air? Just like the cook's young 
man used to act. 

Mary Anne. [Outside, E. u. E.] Sophie! 

Sophie. What is it ? 

Mary Axxe enters. 

Mary Anne. I want you, we're going to get up a dance. 

Soph ie. Where ? 

Mary. Behind the laundry. We can hear the music, and I'll 
get plenty of company. [Looks at tray.] You've got lots of 
things left, bring them along. 

Sophie. Oh, good gracious! [Looks round.] They'll miss 
me. 

Mary. [Carrying off tray.] And they'll miss this, too. 
[Exits, p. u. e.] 

Sophie. [Looks off) l.] Here's somebody coming. [Exits, 
p. u. E.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 61 

Paul enters, l. 2 e., with note, looks round, sees Cupid. 

Paul. This is the spot, sure enough. [Reads.'] "Cupid 
armed, stands in the garden. Be on the spot at which he aims 
with his arrow. Postscript. 8 p.m." [Puts up letter.'] The 
arrow points this way, and it's 8 o'clock. [ Goes up to Cupid and 
salutes.] I beg to report myself — present. [Throws himself on 
bench.] Who can it be ? If my presentment prove true — [Sud- 
denly leans forward and looks off.] Some one coming. It is 
Telka. [ Gets up and walks unconcernedly about, whistling.] 

Telka enters, R. u. E. 

Telka. Mr. Dexter ! [Feigns surprise.] 

Paul. [Salutes.] Ah! Miss Telka! 

Tel. What brings you to this deserted spot ? 

Paid. [Lightly.] I am in quest of an adventure. 

Tel. Indeed, how romantic. 

Paul. Isn't it. If you promise not to betray me, I'll confide 
a secret to your keeping. I have a rendezvous on this very 
spot. 

Tel. With a lady? 

Paid. I hope so. 

Tel. [ Going.] In that case I will not intrude. 

Paul. Oh, I beg you won't suppose I take the thing seriously. 
It's a hoax, of course. 

Tel. What makes you think that ? 

Paul. Because I'm not acquainted with any lady who takes 
sufficient interest in me to write such a billet-doux. [Produces 
it] Perfumed with violet. I'll keep the blank page for my 
card case'. [Tears letter in two.] 

Tel. [Aside.] How the barbarian treats my billet. [Aloud.] 
So you think it is only a joke ? 

Paul. I am certain of it. [Looks at watch.] It's after 8, and 
no lady. Unless, of course, it happened to be you. [Affects 
laugh.] 

Tel. [Forcing laugh.] I? Certainly not. How can you 
imagine I could ever come to do such a thing? [Aside, furious.] 
He's looking right at me with his mean, sharp, big black, splen- 
did eyes ; I'd like to box his ears. [ Crosses to him, l.] 

Paul. [Laughs.] Of course, I was only joking. [J.sic?e.] 
It is she. [Aloud.] I can't be mistaken in the locality, the 
directions are precise. Read it yourself. [Sands her the blank 
leaf] 

Tel. [ Takes paper passively and does not look at it — aside.] 
I would give anything if I had not written it. 



62 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Paul. I am right, am I not ? There is Cupid. 

Tel. [Crosses to r.] Yes, and this is the direction of the 
arrow, so it must be here. 

Paul. Indeed ! What do you know about the direction of the 
arrow ? 

Tel. [Looking at him surprised.'] Because this letter says so. 
[Holding out paper.] 

Paul. Excuse me, it does not say anything. I gave you the 
blank leaf. 

Tel. [Aside, crumples the letter and throws it down.] Oh ! 
good heavens ! 

Paul. So you have seen the letter before ? 

Tel. [Controls herself.] Well, then, since I have betrayed 
myself so awkwardly, nothing remains but to confess frankly — 

Paul. [Calmly.] Ah! 

Tel. It was written by — a friend of mine. 

Paul. A friend of yours ? 

Tel. I can't tell you the name, of course. 

Paid. Of course not. Besides, I don't wish to know it; but 
if you really love your friend, warn her never again to play so 
dangerous a game. No matter how innocent her motives might 
be, she risks entailing on herself life-long misery. 

Tel. [Half asideT] Never again. 

Paul. This time the danger is fortunately averted. Pray 
return the note to her, with my word of honor to forget the affair 
from this moment and forever. 

Tel. [Softly.] I thank you. 

Paul. And thus I shall carry but one remembrance with me 
when I leave this house; the remembrance unclouded but last- 
ing of you. Good-bye. [Going.]- 

Tel. [After a short struggle.] I will not tell him a false- 
hood. [ Calling.] Mr. Dexter ! 

Paul. Miss Telka ! 

Tel. I will tell you the truth. You guessed it from the first 
— although you were too generous to humiliate me. It was I 
who wrote the letter in a moment of folly. 

Paul. But pray — 

Tel. [ Coming down.] Oh, I know it was not right, but I do 
not regret, for it gave me the opportunity of knowing one man 
possessed of an honorable and generous heart. [Gives hand.] 

Paul. [Kisses it] And you have won a true friend. 

Winthrop. [ Outside, calls.] Telka, where are you ? 

Tel. [Alarmed.] My uncle ! [Crosses to L.] 

Paul. Your uncle, I presume I had better not be seen here. 

Tel. No, no, not for the world. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 63 

Paul. Have no fear. [Runs up steps into summer-house. 
Tel. sits on sofa under window.] 

Colonel enters with Winthrop, r. u. e. 

Colonel, [c] There, I see the folds of a dress among the 
shrubbery. 

Winthrop. [l., calls.'] Telka ! 

Tel. Yes, uncle. 

Win. \_Crosses to c] What are you doing there? 

Tel. I? Nothing. You know this is my favorite retreat. 

Win. [Looking round.] But at this hour and alone! 
[ Crosses to c] 

Tel. Yes— quite alone. 

Col. [l.] It seems to me then you don't enjoy the company. 

Tel. [Sees Win. going to the summer-house.] Where are you 
going, uncle ? 

Win. [At foot of steps.] The fireworks are in here. 

Tel. [Buns up steps and puts her back to door.] You cannot 
go in here. [Locks door and puts key in her pocket] 

Win. And why not, pray ? 

Tel. Because — because I've got a surprise for your birthday, 
and you mustn't see what it is. 

Win. Well, I promise not to look round. 

Tel. No, no, I've locked the door. 

Win. Then you must unlock it. 

Col. [l.] Don't spoil her little pleasure. 

Enter Mrs. Bunker, r. u. e. 

Tel. Thanks, Colonel ! You stand by me. [ Crosses to Col] 

Mrs. Bunker. [Goes to Win.] Mr. Winthrop, can you tell 
me where Linda is? I've been looking for her everywhere. 
[Rest of scene must be acted rapidly.] 

Win. Linda? I saw her just now in the conservatory with 
an officer. 

Mrs. B. [Satisfied.] With an officer ? Oh, that's the doctor. 
[To Col.] One of your staff? 

Col. [Crosses to her.] No, I dan quiet your fears on that 
point, the doctor is promenading with another lady near the 
pond. 

Mrs. B. [a, alarmed.] With another lady? [To Win.] 
Then whom did you see with Linda ? 

Win. I don't know him. 

Mrs. B. [Anxious and goes up.] I'll find out this very 
minute. 



64 THE PASSING KEGIMENT. 

Tel. I'll go with you. [They exeunt quickly, l. u. e.] 
Col. I can't understand what has become of Dexter. I told 
Sydam to send him to me. 

Mrs. Winthrop enters, r. u. e. 

Mrs. Winthrop. Would you believe it — I beg your pardon, 
Colonel. [To Win^\ The cook and chambermaid have disap- 
peared. 

Win. Gone after some more lieutenants. 

Mrs. W. You must find them instantly. 

Win. I'd like to know how I'm to do that ? . 

Solomon enters, r. u. e., down c. to Mrs. W. 

Solomon. I can't find Miss Milly, mum. 

Mrs. W. Is everybody disappearing? [To Win."] What is 
the meaning of this ? 

Win. The army, my dear, the army. 

Col. What is the trouble ? 

Mrs. W. [r.] My servants have gone I don't know where, 
and I want them particularly. 

Col. [l.] If you will permit it, the adjutant's man and 
mine will help you to hunt them up. 

Sol. They're both gone off, Colonel. 

Col. Gone off? Where ? 

Sol. Don't know, sir. • 

Col. The*i let these stragglers be found. Tell the orderly at 
once. 

Sol. Orderly's gone off, too, sir. 

Col. [Stage l., and back.] By jove ! A nice state of affairs, 
we'll soon put it to rights. Solomon! [To Win. and Mrs. TT.] 
Will you permit me. 

Win. Certainly, anything. [Col. whispers to Sol., who runs 
out, l. 2 e. To Mrs. W] You wanted a house full of soldiers ! 
How do you like it? 

Mrs. W. It's not my fault, is it? 

Sydam enters, l. 2 e. 

Col. Well, Sydam, have you found Dexter? 
Sydam. I searched everywhere Colonel, but he seems to have 
disappeared. I'll try in this direction. [Exits, r. u. e.] 
Col. The sooner the regiment leaves this place the better. 
Win. Where can everybody be ? 
Col. We'll soon find out. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 65 

Bugler enters and stands, l. 2 e., at attention. 

Mrs. W. What are you going to do? 

Col. You'll see directly. \_To Bugler. ,] Sound the alarm. 
[Bugler turns and sounds alarm, up stage, then marches off and 
sounds alarm, off stage, general alarm sounded in the distance.'] 

Paul appears at window of summer-house. 

Paul. What's all this about? [Sees the others and disappears.] 

Mrs. Bunker and Telka enter quickly . 

Mrs. Bunker and Telka. What is the matter? What has 
happened? [Dolf crosses at back from l. 2 e.] 

Mrs. B. [Intercepts him.] Doctor, where is my daughter? 
Dolf. Excuse me, I'm on duty. 
Mrs. B. But you must know — 

Bunker enters. 

Dolf. [Coming down.] I beg pardon. I've no time. 

Roth, in military disguise, enters from l., Linda with him; they 
start back on seeing so many persons. 

Linda. [Frightened.] Heavens ! All these people. 

Roth. [Aside to her, up l.] I'd had better get away at once. 
[Tries to sneak off.] 

Col. [Fiercely.] Halt ! [Roth pauses^] Attention ! Right 
about face ! [Roth turns round and comes down.] 

Col. [Same.] Who are you, sir ? [Taking off Roth's hat.] 

Linda, [l., up to Col.] Please don't hurt him, it's only the 
apothecary. 

Roth. Yes, I'm only the apothecary, and animated by a de- 
sire to — 

Bunker. Only the — Pills and poison! [Goes to him.] 

Mrs. B. The apothecary! With my daughter! Ah! 
[Screams, goes after Bun.] Oh, Linda! Linda! 
'Linda. But pa — but ma! [Roth follows them.] 

Col. [ Crosses to l.] Where is the lieutenant? 

Paul. [Springs out of window and salutes.] Present, Colonel ! 

All. [Surprised.] The lieutenant! 

Win. [To Telka.] This is my surprise, is it? [Turns to 
5 



66 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Mrs. W., Tel. hangs her head.'] That man was locked in there 
by your niece ! 

Mrs. W. By Telka! wretched girl! [Screams and goes up, 
Tel. following her 7] 

Tel. But aunt! Uncle! 

Mary Anne and Sophie enter with soldiers. Col. calls atten- 
tion, men salute and march up stage. Girls scream and run 
off. Sydam enters with Milly, r. tj. e. 

Col. [Stage, r.] You, too, sir! 

All. What, another? 

Dolf. [To Syd.] "What are you doing with that lady, sir ? 

Sydam. [Advancing.'] All the same among the boys, you 
know. 

Milly. Dear Dolf. [They all go up quarreling, Syd. explain- 
ing to Col. General uproar. Bugle continues to play.] 



CURTALN. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 67 

ACT V. 

/ 

Scene. — Same as Act First. Winthrop and Mrs. Winthrop 



Winthrop. [Walking up and down.] I told you just how it 
would be. • 

Mrs. Winthrop. [Sitting at table, l.] You make a great 
fuss about nothing. 

Win. You call it nothing to have such a scandal occur in 
our house about your niece? 

Mrs. W. But the girl admits everything. 

Win. Of course she admits it, when I saw it with my own 
eyes. First she bars my way into the summer-house, then tells 
a falsehood about a surprise in store for me, and then a lieutenant 
jumps out of the window ! If that's the surprise for my birthday, 
I should like to see my Christmas present. 

Mrs. W. It was the giddiness of a mere girl. 

Win. She's getting a little too giddy. I'll take no more re- 
sponsibility. You must write to her father at once to take her 
away. 

Mrs. W. But, my dear — 

Win. Not a word. I've given Milly warning, too. These 
New York damsels are much too advanced in their ideas for my 
New England views. 

Mrs. W. , Milly, what for? 

Win. Oh, you didn't see that. She was discovered on the 
arm of one of the other lieutenants, who had a fight about her 
with the doctor. 

Mrs. W. [Jumps up.] The doctor? That's impossible, the 
Bunkers told me that he was as good as engaged to Linda. 

Win. Bah ! These military gentlemen don't mind such little 
matters. 

Mrs. W. [l.] I'm shocked ! 

Win. You will please to shock the cook and chambermaid, 
too, with their immediate discharge. I'll have a general clearing 
out this very day. 

Mrs. W. My head's in a perfect whirl. 

Dolf enters, l. d. 

Dolf. [Speaks back.] All right. Good-bye. [Turns.] Good 
morning. [To Win. and Mrs. W.] 



68 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Mrs. W. [Cool.] Good morning. 

Dolf. Last night's alarm so preoccupied us, that I have not 
had time to thank you for your kind reception. 

Win. [ Cool.] Don't mention it. 

Mrs. W. I hope you enjoyed yourself, although for a young 
gentleman so fond of variety there were probably not young 
ladies enough. 

Win. For a young gentleman who is said to be engaged, you 
are singularly impartial in your attentions. 

Mrs. W. But perhaps you are one of those young gentlemen 
who do not take such matters seriously. Come, my dear. [ Takes 
Win.'s arm and looks at Dolf from top to toe.~\ Good morning. 

Win. [Looking back over shoulder.'] Good morning! [Ex- 
eunt, E. D.] 

Dolf. For a young gentleman who generally understands 
what people means, this is exceedingly puzzling. 

Sydam enters, c. l., breathless. 

Sydam. [l.] Ah, there you are ! What do you think? The 
answer's come. 

Dolf. [r. c] The answer? 

Syd. [Produces envelope.] Yes, the telegram from Kussia. 
From papa. 

Dolf. What does he say? 

Syd. I don't know. I havn't opened it yet. 

Dolf. Why not, what are you waiting for ? 

Syd. Why, you see, the fact is, though I'm bold enough on 
ordinary occasions, I have a holy fear of this message. If the 
old man says yes — I'm in a nice mess. 

Dolf. But you must learn the truth, sooner or later. 

Syd. Certainly, and that's why I've come to you. I don't 
want to betray my emotions to parties not in the secret. Just 
stand ready to hold me, will you, in case I faint when I open it? 

Dolf. Now then. 

Syd. [Crosses to e., opens dispatch, puts up glass, tries to read.] 
What sort of language do you call this? Can you make it out? 

Dolf No. [Looking at it] 

Syd. Nor I! 

Dolf It is probably Russian. 

Syd. Here's a nice business. How the deuce will we ever 
tell what's in it? What did they send it in Russian for? 

Dolf [l.] Why, you sent yours in English. 

Syd. That's a different thing. English is a language that a 
fellow can understand. While this — Just listen to it. [Crosses 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 69 

to L., reads.'] " Yeshuli" — yes you lie — that's an unfortunate 
beginning, isn't it? [Reads.] Yes you lie — " Moya dotch 
lubit barina tac on — " Tack on! There's something encoura- 
ging about that. I suppose it's equivalent to hold on ! " Tack 
on morshat yaya imiyet." That don't sound so hopeful. There's 
an uncertainty — a reserve — as if he was feeling his way. Per- 
haps the whole thing means : " Tack on till I come on ! " eh ? 

Dolf. [Taking dispatch.] If it were only French or even 
German. 

Syd. Or Norwegian ; I know lots of the boys who speak that 
— as easy as Kussian. 

Dolf. There's nothing left but to show it to the young lady 
herself. 

Syd. Gad ! That would never do. 

Dolf. Then you'll have to burn it up and leave the country. . 

Syd. I have done it this time, havn't I ? I suppose I must 
confide in her honor. She'll be angry, of course, but as I am 
not going to marry her, it's only for once. 

Dolf. I have an idea. There's Miss Milly. I've heard her 
and Miss Telka once or twice exchange a few words in a language 
that wouldn't be out of place in a Choctaw pow-wow, or an Irish 
village. 

Syd. [ Copies from dispatch into his book with pencil.] It must 
have been Russian, of course. 

Dolf. Of course. They've been exchanging lessons. Sup- 
pose I show her the dispatch. I'll turn down your name and his, 
and she'll be none the wiser after reading it. 

Syd. [Gives him dispatch.] A capital idea. Find her at 
once. 

Dolf. [Going.] She's in the garden. [Exits, r. u. e.] 

Syd. [Following.] Be sure you don't let her pump you. 
[Returns.] It's an even chance that she gets at the secret in spite 
of him. 

Paul enters from l. d. 

Paul. Morning, Sydam ! 

Scipio enters and stands at back. 

Syd. Morning ! I say, you don't happen to understand Rus- 
sian, do you ? 

Paul. [Aside.] What is he driving at ! Are they going to 
quiz ? [Eyes him furtively, crosses to R.] No, he looks as inno- 
cent as a new laid egg. [Aloud.] No, I don't understand Rus- 
sian ; why do you ask ? 



70 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Syd. Oh, nothing ! Only the Doctor wanted to know. He's 
got something important. Day-day. [Aside.] I'll see if I can 
buy a Russian dictionary in the place. [Exits, c. l.] 

Paul. Odd. [To Scip.] We march at two, Scipio; have 
everything packed. 

Scijno. Bery nice quarters, dese, sah ; pity we got to leave 'em. 
Do' I guess Newport's waitin' for us with open arms. 

Paid. [ Going up with him.'] Now attend to my orders and 
keep your wits about you. [Speaks to him, and Scip. exits, c. L.] 

Telka enters, R. d., in riding habit, whip and gauntlets, terribly 

excited. 

Telka. No, I'll never, never stand this. [Goes to table, rings 
angrily, and comes down, pulling up gauntlets/] They shall know 
who I am. I'll take care of that. [ Crosses to L.] 

Paul. [Comes down slowly.] What is the matter, Miss Telka? 

Tel. [ Up and down stage.] If you knew how furious I am ! 

Solomon enters, c. l. 

Solomon, put my ponies to the carriage. I'll drive to the station. 
[Crosses to R.] 

Solomon. Yes, Miss. [Aside.] Everybody's catching it this 
morning. [Exits, c] 

Tel. [To Paul,] I am going home to my papa. I won't stay 
a moment longer in this house. To treat me — me in such a 
manner. [Stamps her foot] 

Paid. What has happened ? 

Tel. You should have heard the things uncle dared to say to 
me. [ Crosses to l.] And yet I explained everything. I told 
him the whole truth. I never tell a falsehood, never, and yet he 
will not believe me. Oh! [Cracks whip and stamps her foot] 

Paul. Will you permit me to offer a little advice? 

Tel. [Not heeding.] And there's no way to convince him. 
I'd just like to— [Cracks whip.] Durach ! 

Paul, [Taking the whip, politely.] Pardon me, the whip won't 
assist us in the least. [ Throws it on table.] You are compro- 
mised by an unfortunate accident ; there is only one way to mend 
matters, and if you will allow me to act in your behalf, every- 
thing will be arranged. 

Tel. What can you do ? 

Paul. Ask your uncle formally for your hand. 

Tel. Sir! [Crosses to r.] 

Paul. Don't be alarmed; it is merely a strategical move- 
ment. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. , 71 

Tel. A strategical movement ? 

Paul. To exonerate you. /propose and you reject my offer; 
that will silence everybody. Am I not right ? 

Tel. [r.] Yes ; but what will become of you ? 

Paul. Don't consider me in the least. I shall pocket my dis- 
missal and depart happy in the thought of having rendered you 
a service. As a soldier, you know, I must get used to defeat 
among the other chances of war. I shall go and find your uncle. 
[Crosses to r.] 

Tel. What! Now? Right away? 

Paul. I have but one short hour left in your house, and must 
make the best use of it. [Going, turns.'] Remember, I propose, 
and you say, " No." Don't forget — " No." [Exits, r.] 

Tel. [Solus.'] He proposes for me, and I am to say, " No." 
Oh, how miserable I am ! [Bursts into tears, crosses to r.] 

Milly enters, weeping, with letter, r. u. e. 

Milly. I have written to tell him everything — there is no 
other resource. [Rings bell on table, L.] 

Tel. [Aside, drying her tears.] She shall not see me weep. 

Mil. [ Controlling her emotion.] Is that you, Telka ? What 
is the matter ? You've been crying. 

Tel. I ? Oh, no. Only my eyes smart. 

Mil. So do mine. It must be something in the New England 
air. Are not my eyes red ? 

Tel. They look just as if you had been having a good cry. 

Mil. [l.] I was sure of it. 

Tel. And yet we are quite cheerful. 

Mil. [Sobs.] I never felt happier. 

Tel. [Sobs, crosses to l.] Isn't it funny ? 

Mil. [Sobs.] Very funny. 

Tel. I — feel — so like laughing — 

Mil. So — do — I — [They suddenly burst into tears and fall 
into each others arms.] 

Tel. Oh, Milly ! My heart is breaking. 

Mil. I'm perfectly wretched. [They cry, exchange handker- 
chiefs.] 

Wailing is heard, and Sophie and Mary Anne enter, r. d., 
crying aloud. 

Mary Anne. [Sobbing.] Did you ring, Miss ? 
Sophie. [Sobbing.] Oh, Miss Telka, can't you speak a kind 
word for me ; I've been turned away. 



72 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Tel. [ drying.] Don't b — bother me. 

Mary. Miss Milly, won't you speak for me? 

Mil. [Crying.] Go away — I'm b — b — busy. [All four cry.'] 

Roth enters, c. L., in full dress, carries high white hat in his hand. 
He contemplates group. 

Roth. [Aside^] I guess I've come at another bad time. [Burst 
of grief from ladies.] Everybody is in trouble. [Looks at hat.] 
So am I. That colored man mashed my hat. [Another burst of 
grief] Don't cry, ladies, I can get it blocked for fifty cents. 
I Aside.] Mem Gott ! it was a bad night. I hope you will par- 
don my intruding. [To Sophie.] Will you have the singular 
kindness to announce my visit to Mr. TTinthrop ? 

Sophie. I dursn't do it, sir. I dursn't. [Exits, c. l.] 

Mary. Xobody wouldn't go near him for their lives, sir. 
[Exits, c. l.] 

Roth. [To Mil.] I am sorry, Miss, if you have to cry. 

Mil. [Weeping.] So am I. [Exits, R. D.] 

Roth. Miss Telka, I hope something dreadful has not come to 
somebody in the house. 

Tel. [Forcing calmness.] Oh, no, nothing has happened. 
[Exits, E. U. E.] 

Roth. That is comfortable. I wanted to speak to your uncle. 

"Winthrop enters, e. d., followed by Paul. 

Roth. Ah ! Mr. Winthrop, will you be so kind, I want a few 
moments of conversation. It is a matter most important. From 
my earliest childhood — 

Winthrop. [Kindly.] I have an important matter on hand 
myself just at present, but if you will step into the next room, 
I'll be at your service presently. 

Roth. Very good. [JU-?'de.] Everything goes before me. I 
never get some one to listen to me till I take him by the collar. 
[Exits, L. D.] 

Win. [ Calling off.] Telka, come here. 

Telka enters. 

My dear, Mr. Dexter has just made a surprising confession. He 
is a suitor for your hand. 

Telka. [Sadly, l.] Indeed, sir! 

Win. You know that the decision on this offer does not rest 
with me, but before communicating with your father, I felt bound 
to lay the proposal before you. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 73 

Tel. [Same.] You need not communicate with father, sir. 
[To Paul.] You will spare me painful explanations, Mr. Dexter. 
Much as your proposal honors me, I must answer at once with a 
decisive "No." 

Win. [Astonished, c] My dear Telka ! 

Paul. [Crosses to a] Is this your final answer, Miss Telka? 

Tel. [l.] Yes. [Suppressing emotion.'] Do not be angry 
with me. 

Paul. [Steps back.] I have no right to be angry. 

Win. [ Crosses to Telka.] You are a good girl, my dear, and 
I confess that I have done you a great injustice. [Crosses to l., 
pats her cheek.] I am heartily sorry, Mr. Dexter, but you heard 
the answer. [Going, gives him his hand.] I cannot help you. 
[Exits, L. D.] 

Tel. [Turns to give both hands to Paul.] Thanks — thanks. 

Paul. [Kisses her hand.] Farewell ! 

Tel. [ Calls after himJ] Mr. Dexter ! You are leaving with 
the same bitter feelings you always cherished against me. 

Paul. [At door.] You do not comprehend my feelings. It 
seems we shall never understand each other, [Exits, l. d.] 

Tel. [Makes a step, checks herself.] Why on earth don't he 
make me understand, then. I'll give him any answer he wants. 
I'm sure he ought to see how ready I am to obey him in every- 
thing. 

Sydam enters, c. l. 

Sydam. Excuse me — I was looking for the doctor. 

Tel. [Going, r.] I have not seen him. 

Syd. [Aside.] Now's my chance. I've got some of the words 
copied down. [Looks at tablet.] She won't suspect if I fire them 
off one by one instead of discharging by platoon. [Aloud.] 
Miss Telka, might I ask a great favor. Do you understand 
Russian ? 

Tel. Of course I do. 

Syd. [l.] I don't, unfortunately, but I've taken a wonderful 
interest in the language. Would you kindly tell me the mean- 
ing of dotchf 

Tel. Dotch? — that is Russian for daughter. 

Syd. Daughter? Ah! One more please, what is lubitt 
[He pronounces it loobit.] 

Tel. You mean lubit [l'youbit] — that is love. 

Syd. [Reflectively] Love ! 

Tel. Any more? 

Syd. No, thank you. I'm completely informed. Greatly 
obliged. 



74 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Tel. Don't mention it. [ Going, aside.'] I know somebody's 
daughter who is in love and very wretched. [Exits, r. d.] 

Syd. [Solus, sits r. of table.] I'm just as wise as I was before. 
Love! Daughter! It seem's I've picked out the words of the 
least consequence. It's the little short ones that contain all the 
mischief. I wish I had inquired about " tack on ! " [Rises.] 

Dolf enters, c. r., hurriedly, with slip of paper and the dispatch. 

Dolf. I've got it. 

Syd. Got what? 

Dolf. The translation. 

Syd. [Eagerly.] Well? 

Dolf. Prepare yourself. Papa sends you his blessing. 

Syd. Gracious goodness ! [Falls in chair.] 

Dolf. Here you are. [Beads.] "If my daughter loves the 
gentleman, he may have her." Signed, Essoff. There. [ Gives 
dispatch and slip.] 

Syd. Well, it seems the old man is all right. [Brightening.] 
What a cheerful, straightforward, business-like father-in-law it is. 
[Bises.] It's a deuced shame. I've got everything but the 
bride. [Crosses to R.] 

Dolf [Aside.] Just my case. I've got everything but my 
wife. 

Syd. I can't go back on this. Courage, old fellow. [To 
Dolf] You stand by me and I'll give her the message. [ Goes 
into room, r. t>.] 

Dolf. [Looks around.] I wish I had somebody to stand by 
me. I've got to confess everything or Milly will lose the only 
home she's got in the world. [Goes cautiously to l. and looks 
into Win's, room.] He's in there. Now for it. [Exits, l. d.] 

Enter, c. l., Mrs. Winthrop, with Mrs. Bunker, Bunker and 
Linda following. 

Mrs. Bunker. [Comes down with Mrs. W.] I don't know 
where else to go to for advice. You must help me to find out 
whether his attentions are really in earnest or not. 

Mrs. Winthrop. Candidly, my dear friend, I believe not. 
Why, he's always in this house; he runs here every minute of 
the day. If he really took an interest in Linda he certainly 
wouldn't do that. 

Mrs. B. I've noticed it. Can he be after Milly ? 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 75 

Winthrop enters from l. and goes directly to Bun. Dolf enters 
but stands near l. 

Mrs. W. \_To Mrs. B.~] I dare not tell you all that my hus- 
band saw last night. But it was perfectly scandalous. 

Mrs. B. [ Glances at Dolf.~\ And he looks so innocent. 

Mrs. W. Appearances are the most deceitful things in the 
world. 

Mrs. B. [Looks at Linda.] And Linda doesn't take the 
slightest notice of him. 

Mrs. W. The girl has a proper spirit. 

Bunker. [ Comes down to Mrs. B.] My dear, Mr. Winthrop 
has an interesting communication to make. 

Winthrop. [Calmly, l. c] A certain young gentleman has 
begged my intercession in behalf of his proposal for your daughter. 

Mrs. B. [Glances at Dolf.~\ He has spoken at last. I don't 
believe a thing they say against him. 

Win. Have you any objection. [Going to door, l.] 

Mrs. B. None whatever. I'm sure my daughter loves him. 

Win. Then we won't keep him in suspense a moment longer. 
[Exits, L. D.] 

Mrs. B. [Bushes to Dolf.] My dear child, why were you 
silent so long? I could have folded you to my heart. [Dolf 
retreats up stage to avoid her — she follows him.] 

Winthrop enters, l. v., with Koth by the hand, the latter, in his 
confusion, puts on his hat as he enters, not knowing what else 
to do with it. 

Winthrop. ^[Pushes him to Bun.] Embrace your father-in- 
law. 

Both. [Bushes to Bun., who has his back towards him, and 
throws his arms over his shoulders. As Bun. turns, Koth buries 
his head in his bosom, and so crushes his hat over his eyes.] My 
second parent. 

Dolf. [At back, fighting off Mrs. B.] My dear madam, this 
is a mistake. 

Bun. [To Both, lifting up the latter' s hat, which is crushed 
down over his ears.] It's the druggist ! What do you mean, sir, 
by calling me your second parent ? 

Win. [l.] Why not, if he's to be your son-in-law. 

Bun. My son-in-law ? 

Mrs. B. [ Coming down c, bewildered.] A mistake ? What 
son-in-law ? 

Linda. [Buns to Both. To Mrs. B.] We loved each other at 



76 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

first sight. We got the fever, the electric shock — everything at 
the same moment and both at once. [Koth embraces her.'] 
And all together. 

Bun. You did ! [Looks at them, turns, crosses to l. To Mrs. 
B.] Here's a pretty state of things ! We'll have to make the 
best of this dose of physic. 

Roth. And I have the honor to ask you, at first sight, that 
she will be my wife. 

Mrs. B. [ To Bun.~\ She'll be married, anyhow. [ Crosses to 
Both.] My dear child, let me fold you to my heart, [Embraces 
him.] Oh, why, why were you silent so long? 

Both. Why I was silent so long ? Because, by gracious, I 
never get anyone to listen to me a minute when I tried to speak. 
[Bun. and Mrs. B., Roth and Linda go aside and converse. 
Linda takes off Roth's hat and smoothes it carefully.] 

Colonel enters, r. u. e., Milly on his arm. He gives her a 
letter as they converse. 

Colonel. I leave to you the pleasure of announcing his good' 
fortune. We have secured his appointment. 

Mil. [Going to Dolf] Oh, my dear Dolf ! [Embrace.] 

Dolf. [Alarmed.] Sh ! [Motions her to be quiet.] 

Mrs. W. [r.] MissMerritt! What is this? 

Mil. [Points to Bolf.] This ? This is the newly appointed 
surgeon of the New York Hospital — and this [points to herself] 
has the honor to be his wife. [ Curtseys.] 

Mrs. W. His wife ! 

Dolf. [Kisses her.] My good, patient, long-suffering and 
never-to-be-too-much loved wife ! [Both get l.] 

Win. [To Mrs. W.] I always thought she had a settled kind 
of way about her. 

Mrs. W. Very remarkable for a young person whose pros- 
pects were so unsettled. Of course, we must congratulate them. 
Fah! How I hate deception! [Goes to Mil., beaming.] My 
dear child, your conduct and courage have won our life-long es- 
teem. [She and Win. congratulate Dolf, then go back to R.] 

Paul enters, l. d. 

Col. Ah, Dexter ! Are you ready to. start ? 

Paul, [l.] At your service, Colonel. The regiment is drawn 
up in line, and the color guard are waiting your orders. 

Col. Then we have only to say farewell ! [ Goes to Win., and 
is surrounded by all on stage, except Paul and Tel.] 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 77 

Telka enters, r. d. 

Paul. [Takes her hand.'] Will you permit me — 

Telka. Must you go so soon ? 

Paul. Unfortunately. [They look at each other, then look 
down. Their hands continue clasped while in this attitude^] 

Tel. [Murmurs.] Good-bye. 

Paul. [Same.'] Good-bye. 

Tel. [Looking up.] You have been very good to me. I 
wish — at least, I can, return it in some measure by giving you a 
little advice, in my turn. 

Paul. I should be most happy to have your advice. 

Tel. Well, then, be more cautious in future. 

Paul. How so ? 

Tel. Suppose I had taken you at your word and answered, 
"Yes." 

Paul. Then I would have taken you at your word and been 
immeasurably happy. 

Tel. [Looks at him.] Are you serious ? 

Paul. [Ardently.] Yes. 

Win. [ Uneasy.] What are they doing there ? 

Col. [Not looking.] Oh! saying farewell, I suppose. [Se- 
cures Win,* 8 coat tail quietly to prevent his going to them.] 

Paul. Do you believe me ? [Seizes her hands.] 

Tel. [Breathless.] Yes. [Puts her hands on his shoulder, and 
he clasps her to his heart] 

Win. Telka, I'm surprised at you. 

Tel. I'm surprised at myself, uncle! 

Paul. [To Win.] I hope you won't be angry at hearing that 
we have changed our minds. Instead of retreating after my de- 
feat, I return to the charge and win a signal victory. [They go 
to group.] 

Sydam enters, r. d. 

Sydam. [Aside.] This is the moment to try my luck. [J7oite?.] 
Miss Telka, will you have the goodness to read this telegram. 
It came this morning. [Gives dispatch.] 

Tel. [Joyfully, as she scans it.] From my father ! [Beads.] 
" If my daughter loves the gentleman, he shall have her." 

Syd. Quite correct. 

Tel. But who telegraphed to papa ? 

Syd. I did. 

Tel. [Effusively.] For your comrade ! [ Grasps his hand.] 
You are, indeed, a friend ! [Turns away, leaving Syd. astounded.] 



78 THE PASSING REGIMENT. 

Col, [Comes down to Win,'] I know Dexter. He will make 
an excellent husband. 

Syd. [Aside, crosses to l.] Dexter ! I'm overboard again. 

Win. Nothing can be settled without her father's consent. 

Tel. [Gives dispatch.'] Mr. Sydara has telegraphed for it in 
the kindest manner. [Translates dispatch for Win.] 

Paid. [Bushes to Syd.] My dear fellow. [All stare at Syd.] 

Syd. [Composed.] Yes, good idea, wasn't it? 

Tel. He foresaw everything! 

Win. It's wonderful! 

Col. Astonishing instance of penetration. 

Syd. Ahem! [Dolf, who has come down to him, gives him 
slight kick.] 

Dolf. [Aside to him.] Ahem! [Syd. returns the kick; they 
separate.] 

Paid. [ Clasping Syd.'s hand.] And I thought you were my 
rival. 

Syd. Yes. It don't matter which has the lady — all the same 
among the boys, you know! [Col., c, all others in attitudes of 
farewell; roll of drum heard.] 

Col. [a] Now, gentlemen! Time to be off. [Takes leave 
of Win. and 3frs. W] Let me hope that the Passing Eegiment 
leaves a good name behind it. 

Mrs. W. Better than that, Colonel. It takes a good charac- 
ter with it. [Distant march heard, very piano.] 

Paul. [To Tel.] It won't be for long. Two days at New- 
port, another to return. Another to tell my mother the good 
news — and bring her with me to see her daughter. 

Tel. Is she very good and very kind? What will she say? 

Paul. Much the same as the good soul who sent this cable 
message. If my son loves the lady, I will love her. 

Mil. [l., to Dolf.] It seems like a dream. I feel as if I 
were walking in my sleep. 

Dolf. Don't wake up. Go on and dream of our new home. 
I've had my eye on a little house for ever so long. Be in town 
Tuesday, and we'll walk in our sleep to the landlord and get a 
lease for a dream of ten years with renewals. 

Linda. [To Roth.] Oh, we can't be married for months yet. 

Both, We must. I explain to your parents it is better for 
business. I am not right in my mind till I have got you. If I 
go on this way for months, I mix things and kill some people. 

Linda. Well, not under four weeks at the very least. 

Both. Two weeks. I fill the wrong bottles if it's more than 
two weeks. 

Col. Gentlemen ! Good-bye. 



THE PASSING REGIMENT. 79 

Syd., Paul, Dolf. Good-bye. 

Milly, Win. and Mrs. W. Good-bye. 

Tel. One little word more. \To the audience.~\ 

Dear friends, whose girlhood, as I plainly see, 
Allies yon in sweet sisterhood with me, 
Heartache, like headache, is a common ill; 
Don't hide it, for you may not if you will. 
The rosy god has darts that nicely speed, 
When once they hit, why own at once you bleed ; 
And take this lesson from our play to-night, 
Tho' love is blind, acknowledge him at sight. 



Curtain. 



THE 



PASSING REGIMENT 



A COMEDY OF THE DAY, IN FIVE ACTS. 

[From the German of G. von Moser and Franz von Schonthau.) 



AUGUSTIN DALY. 



AS ACTED AT DALY'S THEATRE FOR THE FIRST TIME, 
NOVEMBER 10th, 1880. 



NEW YORK : 
PRINTED AS MANUSCRIPT ONLY, FOR THE AUTHOR. 

1884. 



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